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 .
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the disco 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Wire,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bob Dylan,
Dawn Penn,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Aaron Thompson,
AZ,
Frankie Knuckles,
Popol Vuh,
Pagans,
Sugar Minott,
Barry Ungar,
Cluster,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kas Product,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
MDC,
Marc Almond,
James White and The Blacks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Porter Ricks,
New York Dolls,
Ten City,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Motions,
The Victims,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ossler,
Bluetip,
Dark Day,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Five Americans,
China Crisis,
The Index,
The Grass Roots,
Zero Boys,
Byron Stingily,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Janne Schatter,
La Düsseldorf,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Metal Thangz,
The Moody Blues,
Black Bananas,
Yazoo,
kango's stein massive,
Eric Copeland,
Scott Walker,
Bootsy Collins,
LL Cool J,
Nirvana,
Altered Images,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Das Ding,
Arab on Radar,
The Birthday Party,
John Lydon,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.