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 Nauru and from Mumbai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Mad Mike to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Andrew Hill,
The Cosmic Jokers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
David McCallum,
the Soft Cell,
Underground Resistance,
Lungfish,
DJ Style,
Bang On A Can,
Pere Ubu,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Los Fastidios,
Brick,
Lou Reed,
Neu!,
Urselle,
Wire,
The Searchers,
the Germs,
Nils Olav,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Negative Approach,
Mad Mike,
Ralphi Rosario,
Oneida,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Human League,
Scan 7,
Vainqueur,
CMW,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mantronix,
Danielle Patucci,
Audionom,
Jeff Lynne,
Harmonia,
Heaven 17,
Mr. Review,
Deakin,
Groovy Waters,
June Days,
Jeru the Damaja,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Flag,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joey Negro,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nik Kershaw,
Dorothy Ashby,
Unwound,
Harry Pussy,
The Monks,
MC5,
Avey Tare,
Kas Product,
Organ,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Moby Grape,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.