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 Sudan 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 clarinet 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor 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 grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
the Sonics,
Adolescents,
Organ,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tom Boy,
Grauzone,
Cheater Slicks,
Prince Buster,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joensuu 1685,
R.M.O.,
Babytalk,
The Cure,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ronnie Foster,
Pussy Galore,
Ralphi Rosario,
Darondo,
Cecil Taylor,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Monochrome Set,
ABBA,
Neu!,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scott Walker,
Eden Ahbez,
Blancmange,
B.T. Express,
Jacques Brel,
Tomorrow,
Derrick May,
The Neon Judgement,
Quantec,
Oblivians,
Idris Muhammad,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
X-Ray Spex,
Bush Tetras,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Deadbeat,
Hardrive,
Das Ding,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joy Division,
Dawn Penn,
Dorothy Ashby,
These Immortal Souls,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fall,
Slave,
Dark Day,
Jeff Mills,
Aloha Tigers,
Faraquet,
Mr. Review,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sonic Youth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.