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 Bahrain 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator 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 Swans to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Eric Copeland,
Organ,
Joensuu 1685,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Peter & Gordon,
T. Rex,
the Association,
Donald Byrd,
Black Flag,
Black Pus,
Ice-T,
Neil Young,
Visage,
Rosa Yemen,
The Black Dice,
Niagra,
Brass Construction,
Boredoms,
Jacob Miller,
Sugar Minott,
The Gladiators,
the Slits,
The Fugs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pantaleimon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Warren Ellis,
Parry Music,
Peter and Kerry,
Laurel Aitken,
Duran Duran,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Kinks,
The Gap Band,
MC5,
Junior Murvin,
The United States of America,
Lindisfarne,
The Angels of Light,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The J.B.'s,
the Swans,
Schoolly D,
Anakelly,
Minor Threat,
Metal Thangz,
Bush Tetras,
Todd Terry,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobby Byrd,
The Victims,
Connie Case,
The Evens,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
H. Thieme,
Soul Sonic Force,
Robert Hood,
Wolf Eyes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Carl Craig,
Audionom,
Fort Wilson Riot,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.