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 Slovenia and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Camouflage to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Toasters,
Crooked Eye,
Chris Corsano,
The Gap Band,
Harry Pussy,
Bob Dylan,
Freddie Wadling,
Alison Limerick,
Quantec,
Eric Dolphy,
Aswad,
June of 44,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Smog,
Wolf Eyes,
Shuggie Otis,
Crime,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Liliput,
Section 25,
Duran Duran,
Joe Smooth,
Can,
Barry Ungar,
The Five Americans,
Make Up,
Althea and Donna,
Schoolly D,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Walker Brothers,
The Golliwogs,
Black Bananas,
Quando Quango,
Soul Sonic Force,
The J.B.'s,
The Neon Judgement,
The Dead C,
Brand Nubian,
Nas,
Magazine,
Zapp,
Kaleidoscope,
Henry Cow,
Bizarre Inc.,
Royal Trux,
cv313,
Bobby Womack,
Neil Young,
Livin' Joy,
Eli Mardock,
the Swans,
MDC,
Marmalade,
Porter Ricks,
Sixth Finger,
Neu!,
Minny Pops,
Popol Vuh,
The Sonics,
Davy DMX,
Cybotron,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.