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 Paraguay and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Flipper to the electroclash 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
LL Cool J,
Gang Green,
Judy Mowatt,
Tropical Tobacco,
T.S.O.L.,
Pylon,
Sun Ra,
The Skatalites,
Idris Muhammad,
Roxy Music,
Sam Rivers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cymande,
Gabor Szabo,
David McCallum,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Leaves,
FM Einheit,
Gong,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Minutemen,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Gladiators,
Neu!,
Fear,
The Electric Prunes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sixth Finger,
The Doors,
Barbara Tucker,
Alice Coltrane,
Man Parrish,
Lindisfarne,
The Tremeloes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fugs,
Unrelated Segments,
Avey Tare,
The Selecter,
Amon Düül,
48th St. Collective,
Dark Day,
Deepchord,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scion,
Mary Jane Girls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
kango's stein massive,
Quando Quango,
Skarface,
Brass Construction,
Skriet,
John Coltrane,
Rotary Connection,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Boredoms,
The American Breed,
June Days,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wally Richardson,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.