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 Brazil and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Shuggie Otis,
Ossler,
Fela Kuti,
The Searchers,
Erasure,
Rakim,
Theoretical Girls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lungfish,
Absolute Body Control,
Jawbox,
The Barracudas,
Sällskapet,
Spoonie Gee,
Arthur Verocai,
Amon Düül II,
Marmalade,
Dawn Penn,
Delon & Dalcan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Parry Music,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Skatalites,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tommy Roe,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Modern Lovers,
Adolescents,
New Age Steppers,
Bush Tetras,
Ludus,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lightning Bolt,
ABBA,
Guru Guru,
Bobby Womack,
The Smiths,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Stooges,
Terrestrial Tones,
Vainqueur,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fear,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Max Romeo,
The Slackers,
Marc Almond,
PIL,
Sam Rivers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kaleidoscope,
Glenn Branca,
Tubeway Army,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kas Product,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Audionom,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gang Green,
kango's stein massive,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.