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 Romania and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb 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 Procol Harum to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 DJ Sneak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Sandy B,
LL Cool J,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Litter,
Leonard Cohen,
Siglo XX,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Motions,
Terrestrial Tones,
Peter and Kerry,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
In Retrospect,
The Dirtbombs,
Josef K,
Soulsonic Force,
kango's stein massive,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Minnie Riperton,
June of 44,
The Pretty Things,
Thompson Twins,
Groovy Waters,
Funkadelic,
Joe Finger,
The Sound,
Bad Manners,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lucky Dragons,
Technova,
Simply Red,
These Immortal Souls,
Don Cherry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wasted Youth,
Marvin Gaye,
Vladislav Delay,
Stereo Dub,
Livin' Joy,
Bobby Byrd,
The Selecter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Glenn Branca,
Neu!,
Soul II Soul,
Yellowson,
Unrelated Segments,
The Searchers,
Pussy Galore,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Yusef Lateef,
Nation of Ulysses,
Youth Brigade,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tomorrow,
The Grass Roots,
The Blues Magoos,
Cal Tjader,
8 Eyed Spy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Howard Jones,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.