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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Curtis Mayfield to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Section 25,
Bobby Sherman,
Shoche,
Gong,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sun Ra,
Nation of Ulysses,
Newcleus,
Chrome,
Johnny Clarke,
Nas,
Nico,
Sun City Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Surgeon,
Ituana,
The Kinks,
Derrick Morgan,
Sandy B,
DJ Style,
Funkadelic,
Rufus Thomas,
Public Enemy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Flipper,
The Move,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wolf Eyes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Dead C,
Television,
Aaron Thompson,
The Invisible,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mad Mike,
KRS-One,
DNA,
Ponytail,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Durutti Column,
Erasure,
Eden Ahbez,
Gil Scott Heron,
Zero Boys,
Rapeman,
Agent Orange,
kango's stein massive,
New Order,
UT,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Barry Ungar,
Darondo,
La Düsseldorf,
Quando Quango,
Brand Nubian,
ABBA,
Echospace,
JFA,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.