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 Norway and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Toasters to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Glenn Branca,
Theoretical Girls,
The Grass Roots,
The Music Machine,
The Standells,
Drive Like Jehu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Misunderstood,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fatback Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Lucky Dragons,
Lungfish,
Franke,
Letta Mbulu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Dirtbombs,
Hasil Adkins,
Steve Hackett,
Nick Fraelich,
Mr. Review,
Warsaw,
The Monks,
Circle Jerks,
The Litter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sarah Menescal,
Rakim,
Au Pairs,
Underground Resistance,
Unrelated Segments,
Gang of Four,
Y Pants,
Brick,
Eric Copeland,
Schoolly D,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Harry Pussy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Babytalk,
Second Layer,
The Searchers,
The Cramps,
Suicide,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Massinfluence,
Oblivians,
The Knickerbockers,
Ultra Naté,
The Human League,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobby Sherman,
Ponytail,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Golliwogs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Simply Red,
Swell Maps,
Gichy Dan,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.