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 Korea South and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb 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 Judy Mowatt to the grunge 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Sparks,
Yusef Lateef,
Wings,
Supertramp,
Flash Fearless,
The Zeros,
the Bar-Kays,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Spoonie Gee,
The Techniques,
Brand Nubian,
John Foxx,
The Seeds,
Crash Course in Science,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eric Dolphy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Unwound,
The Selecter,
Yellowson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Circle Jerks,
Das Ding,
Gong,
K-Klass,
Camberwell Now,
The Young Rascals,
Sugar Minott,
Rufus Thomas,
Aswad,
The American Breed,
Eddi Front,
The Stooges,
Japan,
Moss Icon,
Tom Boy,
Television,
Eve St. Jones,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Pus,
Underground Resistance,
The Slackers,
The Blackbyrds,
The Residents,
ABC,
Khruangbin,
Hardrive,
Severed Heads,
D'Angelo,
Cybotron,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dennis Brown,
The Fire Engines,
Crime,
The Star Department,
Easy Going,
Hasil Adkins,
EPMD,
Curtis Mayfield,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.