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 United Kingdom and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Crime,
Depeche Mode,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lou Reed,
Radiopuhelimet,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Blackbyrds,
Pylon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lalann,
Excepter,
Pet Shop Boys,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eric B and Rakim,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Anakelly,
Siglo XX,
Aloha Tigers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fire Engines,
Bob Dylan,
the Association,
The Standells,
The Walker Brothers,
The Victims,
Livin' Joy,
Patti Smith,
The Gun Club,
Deadbeat,
The Fall,
Sarah Menescal,
Terry Callier,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Connie Case,
Robert Hood,
MC5,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scrapy,
Marc Almond,
Dave Gahan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Michelle Simonal,
JFA,
Blancmange,
Minnie Riperton,
Curtis Mayfield,
Main Source,
The Pretty Things,
Rotary Connection,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Flipper,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fugs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Alice Coltrane,
The Golliwogs,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.