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 Tuvalu and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Sister Nancy,
Charles Mingus,
Anthony Braxton,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Mighty Diamonds,
F. McDonald,
Swell Maps,
Ituana,
Second Layer,
Monks,
Lou Reed,
The Saints,
Anakelly,
the Fania All-Stars,
Todd Rundgren,
The Move,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Funky Four + One,
Bobby Byrd,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dead Boys,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bill Wells,
Alton Ellis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fugazi,
Clear Light,
Joey Negro,
Joy Division,
The Tremeloes,
China Crisis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Piero Umiliani,
Visage,
Lyres,
LL Cool J,
Althea and Donna,
Dave Gahan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pagans,
Supertramp,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Glenn Branca,
The Raincoats,
Average White Band,
The Standells,
This Heat,
Bootsy Collins,
Bobby Womack,
The Busters,
The Slits,
Malaria!,
Sonic Youth,
The Doors,
Amazonics,
Inner City,
Quantec,
Thee Headcoats,
Symarip,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.