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 Saudi Arabia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin 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 Hardrive to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
The Doors,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fela Kuti,
Cybotron,
Quadrant,
Eddi Front,
The American Breed,
The Cowsills,
Graham Central Station,
Gichy Dan,
MC5,
Sonic Youth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rites of Spring,
Aswad,
Metal Thangz,
John Lydon,
Whodini,
Youth Brigade,
New York Dolls,
Suburban Knight,
Spandau Ballet,
Al Stewart,
the Bar-Kays,
LL Cool J,
Moebius,
AZ,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
This Heat,
The Victims,
Neil Young,
Sun City Girls,
Visage,
JFA,
Mission of Burma,
Sarah Menescal,
Letta Mbulu,
Tom Boy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Skaos,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Severed Heads,
Crispy Ambulance,
Man Parrish,
Marvin Gaye,
Bill Wells,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Duran Duran,
Deepchord,
Vainqueur,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Peter & Gordon,
Andrew Hill,
Amon Düül,
The Black Dice,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.