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 Belize and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin 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 the Bar-Kays to the jazz 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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ken Boothe,
Gang Green,
Minny Pops,
Fatback Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joe Smooth,
The Buckinghams,
Sun City Girls,
This Heat,
Sunsets and Hearts,
OOIOO,
H. Thieme,
Morten Harket,
Scratch Acid,
Thee Headcoats,
Cluster,
Heaven 17,
The Modern Lovers,
Chrome,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Q65,
Pere Ubu,
Sam Rivers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Public Image Ltd.,
F. McDonald,
Thompson Twins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soul II Soul,
The Leaves,
Hot Snakes,
The Zeros,
Los Fastidios,
Alison Limerick,
D'Angelo,
Absolute Body Control,
Marc Almond,
Black Pus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
PIL,
Masters at Work,
Outsiders,
The Misunderstood,
The Martian,
Neil Young,
Eve St. Jones,
The Sound,
Matthew Bourne,
The Dirtbombs,
James White and The Blacks,
Quadrant,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Neon Judgement,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The New Christs,
Sparks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Pop Group,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Divine Comedy,
Hoover,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.