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 Slovakia and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Schoolly D,
Niagra,
Zero Boys,
Sight & Sound,
Faust,
Mr. Review,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
PIL,
Desert Stars,
Fatback Band,
The Grass Roots,
Japan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Techniques,
Chris & Cosey,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dawn Penn,
the Slits,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
F. McDonald,
Michelle Simonal,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Count Five,
Moss Icon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wire,
Junior Murvin,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Five Americans,
Reuben Wilson,
Echospace,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Residents,
Scratch Acid,
Terry Callier,
Lakeside,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gong,
The Standells,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Sheep,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Pop Group,
Bush Tetras,
Infiniti,
Gichy Dan,
The Motions,
Fear,
Maleditus Sound,
CMW,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soulsonic Force,
The Knickerbockers,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.