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 Armenia and from Halifax.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar 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 Eric Dolphy to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Jeff Mills,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
One Last Wish,
Television,
The Electric Prunes,
Brass Construction,
Brand Nubian,
Desert Stars,
Ludus,
Juan Atkins,
Nick Fraelich,
Al Stewart,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobby Womack,
Angry Samoans,
This Heat,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lalann,
MDC,
Brick,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sun Ra,
The Move,
The Monochrome Set,
Skarface,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pagans,
Alice Coltrane,
Can,
The Busters,
Reagan Youth,
Theoretical Girls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Reuben Wilson,
Robert Görl,
Kenny Larkin,
Oneida,
The United States of America,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Arthur Verocai,
The Beau Brummels,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Faraquet,
Silicon Teens,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fuzztones,
Ken Boothe,
The Blues Magoos,
Scan 7,
Black Pus,
Roy Ayers,
Idris Muhammad,
Depeche Mode,
Kevin Saunderson,
Franke,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.