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 India and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord 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 DNA to the dance 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Neon Judgement record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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 Seeds,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Cale,
The Shadows of Knight,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
A Flock of Seagulls,
D'Angelo,
Agitation Free,
Erykah Badu,
ABC,
Dark Day,
Big Daddy Kane,
Con Funk Shun,
The Young Rascals,
The Cramps,
Soul II Soul,
Ossler,
Lightning Bolt,
Nick Fraelich,
Nils Olav,
The Detroit Cobras,
Alton Ellis,
Lakeside,
Hoover,
The Birthday Party,
Camouflage,
Lungfish,
Davy DMX,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Skriet,
Little Man,
The Buckinghams,
Saccharine Trust,
Oblivians,
The Sound,
Massinfluence,
Whodini,
Sällskapet,
Tom Boy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Maleditus Sound,
Mars,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dead Boys,
Index,
Jeff Lynne,
Tres Demented,
CMW,
Can,
The Sonics,
Jacques Brel,
Andrew Hill,
Brand Nubian,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Urselle,
The Associates,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Howard Jones,
Robert Görl,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.