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 Montenegro and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro 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 Rekid to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Pussy Galore,
Letta Mbulu,
Roxy Music,
Crispian St. Peters,
Deepchord,
Juan Atkins,
Wings,
The American Breed,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Mummies,
Agent Orange,
Heaven 17,
Von Mondo,
Sex Pistols,
Mr. Review,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Coltrane,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sister Nancy,
Youth Brigade,
Warsaw,
Shoche,
Eli Mardock,
Morten Harket,
LL Cool J,
The Evens,
The New Christs,
Los Fastidios,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kayak,
The Black Dice,
Marshall Jefferson,
Todd Rundgren,
Arthur Verocai,
The Real Kids,
Malaria!,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Buckinghams,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roy Ayers,
kango's stein massive,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bad Manners,
Fela Kuti,
B.T. Express,
Silicon Teens,
Skarface,
Tres Demented,
a-ha,
Bobby Byrd,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.