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 Kiribati and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the grime 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Cheater Slicks,
The Divine Comedy,
Aloha Tigers,
Michelle Simonal,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Cramps,
Sam Rivers,
Babytalk,
Loose Ends,
The Slits,
Joensuu 1685,
Roxy Music,
Suburban Knight,
Harpers Bizarre,
MC5,
Slave,
Magazine,
EPMD,
Flash Fearless,
Warren Ellis,
Agent Orange,
Absolute Body Control,
The American Breed,
Bad Manners,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Last Poets,
Pole,
Rosa Yemen,
Kurtis Blow,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Minutemen,
Duran Duran,
Panda Bear,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
T.S.O.L.,
Jandek,
Schoolly D,
Blancmange,
Sex Pistols,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lyres,
Joyce Sims,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marmalade,
The Monks,
The Music Machine,
Quantec,
Au Pairs,
Gichy Dan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Average White Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
LL Cool J,
David Bowie,
Mo-Dettes,
Janne Schatter,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lalo Schifrin,
Inner City,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.