Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Zimbabwe and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing AZ to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Pus,
Organ,
Roger Hodgson,
Michelle Simonal,
Moby Grape,
Kurtis Blow,
David McCallum,
The Gories,
The American Breed,
Pussy Galore,
The Moody Blues,
Cluster,
Animal Collective,
Bill Wells,
Faust,
Japan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Searchers,
Wings,
Arcadia,
Index,
The Fire Engines,
Ponytail,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ten City,
Kerrie Biddell,
Agent Orange,
Metal Thangz,
Thompson Twins,
Toni Rubio,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roy Ayers,
Harmonia,
The Evens,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nick Fraelich,
Oneida,
Duran Duran,
JFA,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lou Christie,
Lightning Bolt,
Marshall Jefferson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Youth Brigade,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Beau Brummels,
Alison Limerick,
The Cramps,
Cheater Slicks,
Pulsallama,
Boredoms,
Gong,
Aaron Thompson,
Joey Negro,
Electric Prunes,
Con Funk Shun,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.