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 El Salvador and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Pylon to the crunk 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
The Durutti Column,
Bluetip,
Scratch Acid,
Gang Green,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fluxion,
Au Pairs,
Boz Scaggs,
The Blues Magoos,
World's Most,
Thompson Twins,
DJ Style,
Eurythmics,
The Gap Band,
Agitation Free,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bootsy Collins,
Lindisfarne,
The Victims,
Duran Duran,
Chrome,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crispy Ambulance,
Grauzone,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Juan Atkins,
The Moody Blues,
Funky Four + One,
Depeche Mode,
Accadde A,
Girls At Our Best!,
48th St. Collective,
The Black Dice,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Frankie Knuckles,
Excepter,
Mantronix,
Organ,
June Days,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Icehouse,
The Divine Comedy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Minnie Riperton,
R.M.O.,
Echospace,
Gong,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Porter Ricks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Doors,
Robert Wyatt,
Harry Pussy,
Quadrant,
The Human League,
The Busters,
Robert Görl,
Banda Bassotti,
The Neon Judgement,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.