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 Antigua and from Delhi.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 Rod Modell to the jazz 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Busters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Niagra,
David McCallum,
Sonic Youth,
Stereo Dub,
Wally Richardson,
Newcleus,
Pole,
Scratch Acid,
The Flesh Eaters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Blues Magoos,
The Wake,
Tubeway Army,
Porter Ricks,
Sun Ra,
The New Christs,
Nico,
Connie Case,
the Human League,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dawn Penn,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Leonard Cohen,
The Misunderstood,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Soft Cell,
K-Klass,
Boogie Down Productions,
Depeche Mode,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Amon Düül II,
The Walker Brothers,
DJ Style,
Bang On A Can,
Kurtis Blow,
Lalann,
Toni Rubio,
Pere Ubu,
Reagan Youth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sparks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Searchers,
Bob Dylan,
Little Man,
Marvin Gaye,
Angry Samoans,
Suicide,
Loose Ends,
DJ Sneak,
Con Funk Shun,
Gabor Szabo,
Derrick May,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.