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 Slovakia and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ludus to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Bobby Sherman,
Suicide,
Soft Machine,
Alice Coltrane,
Q and Not U,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Das Ding,
Brand Nubian,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mark Hollis,
Dark Day,
Quadrant,
Lou Reed,
The Shadows of Knight,
Arab on Radar,
The Fuzztones,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rapeman,
Toni Rubio,
Funky Four + One,
Hot Snakes,
Zero Boys,
Oblivians,
Colin Newman,
E-Dancer,
Kayak,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
David Bowie,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Names,
The Buckinghams,
Deepchord,
The Electric Prunes,
Thee Headcoats,
X-101,
Supertramp,
Idris Muhammad,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nirvana,
Sight & Sound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Pus,
Marmalade,
Rotary Connection,
Juan Atkins,
Kenny Larkin,
Brick,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
New Age Steppers,
The Searchers,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fire Engines,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Talk Talk,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.