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 Czech Republic and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Goldenarms to the rap 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Red Krayola,
Pylon,
Dead Boys,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
EPMD,
Moss Icon,
Scott Walker,
Maurizio,
Alice Coltrane,
Barrington Levy,
Essential Logic,
The Stooges,
Albert Ayler,
The Dead C,
Urselle,
Brothers Johnson,
Popol Vuh,
Neil Young,
Sixth Finger,
The J.B.'s,
The Fortunes,
Saccharine Trust,
JFA,
AZ,
Silicon Teens,
Monks,
Motorama,
New York Dolls,
Alison Limerick,
Ten City,
PIL,
Janne Schatter,
Bauhaus,
Sex Pistols,
Agent Orange,
MC5,
Bush Tetras,
Andrew Hill,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dark Day,
Lucky Dragons,
Terry Callier,
Masters at Work,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Move,
Kerri Chandler,
Marshall Jefferson,
Royal Trux,
Rhythm & Sound,
Panda Bear,
Reagan Youth,
The Offenders,
48th St. Collective,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kurtis Blow,
The Seeds,
Harpers Bizarre,
The American Breed,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.