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 Haiti and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Music Machine to the punk 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Carl Craig,
Max Romeo,
Kurtis Blow,
Average White Band,
Severed Heads,
Bob Dylan,
The Electric Prunes,
Nas,
Scott Walker,
Chrome,
D'Angelo,
Hot Snakes,
The Fuzztones,
Brass Construction,
Jacques Brel,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Deadbeat,
Bootsy Collins,
The Gories,
Robert Görl,
Dorothy Ashby,
Main Source,
Pussy Galore,
Icehouse,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
B.T. Express,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Red Krayola,
Underground Resistance,
Janne Schatter,
Maurizio,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Interpol,
Eddi Front,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gabor Szabo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jacob Miller,
Flipper,
Anthony Braxton,
The Velvet Underground,
Leonard Cohen,
Minny Pops,
Television Personalities,
MC5,
Duran Duran,
Davy DMX,
Yellowson,
New York Dolls,
Fluxion,
Connie Case,
Bill Near,
Todd Rundgren,
The Smiths,
The Offenders,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gichy Dan,
L. Decosne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Das Ding,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.