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 Afghanistan and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Davy DMX to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Camouflage,
La Düsseldorf,
Eddi Front,
The Moleskins,
Smog,
Average White Band,
Bronski Beat,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Misunderstood,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Pop Group,
Dead Boys,
John Holt,
Kurtis Blow,
Rosa Yemen,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mo-Dettes,
Lakeside,
The Kinks,
Matthew Halsall,
Sonic Youth,
Soulsonic Force,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sex Pistols,
DJ Style,
Terry Callier,
Freddie Wadling,
The Golliwogs,
LL Cool J,
Flamin' Groovies,
Excepter,
Pylon,
Au Pairs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Searchers,
D'Angelo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
AZ,
Con Funk Shun,
Funky Four + One,
The Selecter,
The Walker Brothers,
Tommy Roe,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Schoolly D,
the Association,
Anthony Braxton,
Swans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The J.B.'s,
Public Enemy,
The Knickerbockers,
Sound Behaviour,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scientists,
Audionom,
Juan Atkins,
Ohio Players,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.