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 Madrid.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Fire Engines to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Evens. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pylon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Alice Coltrane,
Parry Music,
Crime,
The Tremeloes,
Sandy B,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bad Manners,
Animal Collective,
The Leaves,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wolf Eyes,
Con Funk Shun,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Last Poets,
Depeche Mode,
PIL,
Laurel Aitken,
The Music Machine,
Little Man,
Yellowson,
Amon Düül II,
The Star Department,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
One Last Wish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Model 500,
Ice-T,
The Cramps,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Y Pants,
Roger Hodgson,
Bill Near,
World's Most,
Infiniti,
Donald Byrd,
Crooked Eye,
Lungfish,
Von Mondo,
Freddie Wadling,
Barrington Levy,
The Young Rascals,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Minutemen,
Joe Smooth,
This Heat,
Sparks,
Marc Almond,
Sex Pistols,
Black Pus,
Scan 7,
Man Parrish,
the Germs,
Jerry's Kids,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Buckinghams,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Symarip,
Roxy Music,
Rapeman,
Kerri Chandler,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.