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 Eritrea and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin 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 Television Personalities to the punk 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
10cc,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Byron Stingily,
Eli Mardock,
Groovy Waters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
OOIOO,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pere Ubu,
Dennis Brown,
Kas Product,
Chris Corsano,
James White and The Blacks,
Mars,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Real Kids,
T. Rex,
Second Layer,
Liliput,
Public Enemy,
Amon Düül II,
Kurtis Blow,
Mark Hollis,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Smoke,
Siglo XX,
Gang Starr,
The Fortunes,
Swell Maps,
Procol Harum,
Mo-Dettes,
Nik Kershaw,
Bob Dylan,
Scratch Acid,
Scrapy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Minutemen,
The Smiths,
Trumans Water,
Radio Birdman,
Fear,
Joey Negro,
Traffic Nightmare,
Oblivians,
Darondo,
The Vogues,
Smog,
Surgeon,
Delta 5,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Blancmange,
Cymande,
The Beau Brummels,
Robert Hood,
Television,
Patti Smith,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Toni Rubio,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scion,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.