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 Iran and from Copenhagen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Robert Hood to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dorothy Ashby,
Buzzcocks,
Monks,
James White and The Blacks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Swell Maps,
Grauzone,
Avey Tare,
Judy Mowatt,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mad Mike,
Circle Jerks,
Andrew Hill,
Crime,
Ossler,
Boz Scaggs,
Rufus Thomas,
Lyres,
Joyce Sims,
Panda Bear,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nick Fraelich,
Max Romeo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Siglo XX,
Swans,
Funky Four + One,
Carl Craig,
Archie Shepp,
Don Cherry,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cameo,
Qualms,
Pole,
Pharoah Sanders,
48th St. Collective,
Absolute Body Control,
Blake Baxter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fad Gadget,
Cymande,
The Knickerbockers,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Soft Cell,
Funkadelic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
8 Eyed Spy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Icehouse,
Gastr Del Sol,
Matthew Halsall,
The Move,
Scion,
Organ,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Warren Ellis,
Ultravox,
The Count Five,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.