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 Bhutan and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 the Association to the grunge 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Stooges,
the Association,
The Standells,
The Fire Engines,
Fear,
The Doors,
Juan Atkins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wire,
Freddie Wadling,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crash Course in Science,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Unwound,
John Holt,
Y Pants,
Hot Snakes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Martian,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Howard Jones,
Kurtis Blow,
Frankie Knuckles,
Amazonics,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Foxx,
Sarah Menescal,
Parry Music,
The Fortunes,
Moby Grape,
Soulsonic Force,
Peter & Gordon,
Eurythmics,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Yazoo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Visage,
Clear Light,
the Sonics,
Flipper,
Deepchord,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Red Krayola,
Blancmange,
Robert Wyatt,
LL Cool J,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Kinks,
Janne Schatter,
The Tremeloes,
Model 500,
Lou Reed,
The Wake,
The Skatalites,
Schoolly D,
Minny Pops,
Black Sheep,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.