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 Maldives and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Victims to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The New Christs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Massinfluence,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lebanon Hanover,
Underground Resistance,
Oneida,
Brick,
Thompson Twins,
The Angels of Light,
Television Personalities,
Yaz,
The Red Krayola,
Tubeway Army,
Visage,
Minny Pops,
Mission of Burma,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Procol Harum,
Sixth Finger,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Arab on Radar,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Slackers,
Theoretical Girls,
Bad Manners,
The Happenings,
Avey Tare,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Monolake,
Fear,
Bang On A Can,
The Tremeloes,
Ituana,
Scrapy,
Flipper,
Marine Girls,
Niagra,
Boredoms,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
David Axelrod,
Mandrill,
Bauhaus,
Camouflage,
Clear Light,
Echospace,
Ornette Coleman,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Lydon,
UT,
Bluetip,
Roger Hodgson,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fuzztones,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Count Five,
Andrew Hill,
The Slits,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.