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 Libya and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the punk 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
JFA,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Urselle,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Warsaw,
Man Parrish,
Dennis Brown,
Vainqueur,
Carl Craig,
Sun City Girls,
Brass Construction,
Robert Wyatt,
Von Mondo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
David Bowie,
The Names,
The Standells,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Derrick May,
Mo-Dettes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Sheep,
Rod Modell,
Barrington Levy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Can,
Public Image Ltd.,
Slick Rick,
Gichy Dan,
Tres Demented,
Tim Buckley,
Fad Gadget,
Kayak,
The Golliwogs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Last Poets,
Iggy Pop,
Todd Terry,
Roxette,
Minutemen,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pere Ubu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Index,
Jeff Lynne,
The Sonics,
the Human League,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
48th St. Collective,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bobby Sherman,
The Seeds,
Peter & Gordon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jesper Dahlback,
Brand Nubian,
Ultravox,
The Fortunes,
Monks,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.