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 Finland and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Avey Tare to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ituana,
Grandmaster Flash,
David McCallum,
U.S. Maple,
Jandek,
Davy DMX,
Erasure,
Laurel Aitken,
June of 44,
Lucky Dragons,
Youth Brigade,
the Slits,
Kurtis Blow,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
F. McDonald,
Subhumans,
These Immortal Souls,
David Bowie,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Barry Ungar,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tres Demented,
The Trojans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Standells,
Radiopuhelimet,
John Holt,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Durutti Column,
Joe Finger,
Moebius,
The Kinks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Los Fastidios,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Essential Logic,
Dawn Penn,
Talk Talk,
UT,
Severed Heads,
Darondo,
The Gun Club,
Surgeon,
Warren Ellis,
Lou Reed,
Lindisfarne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Last Poets,
Clear Light,
The Monks,
LL Cool J,
Au Pairs,
Alton Ellis,
New Age Steppers,
Fear,
Juan Atkins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sister Nancy,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.