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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Mary Jane Girls to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
The Gladiators,
The Velvet Underground,
Barry Ungar,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Beau Brummels,
Eden Ahbez,
Half Japanese,
Flamin' Groovies,
Freddie Wadling,
Thompson Twins,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Normal,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rod Modell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Graham Central Station,
Sixth Finger,
Dead Boys,
Marine Girls,
The Pretty Things,
Lucky Dragons,
Tres Demented,
Judy Mowatt,
Prince Buster,
June of 44,
Can,
Amazonics,
Marshall Jefferson,
Talk Talk,
Bobby Sherman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nas,
Stetsasonic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Los Fastidios,
Aswad,
Ultra Naté,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Section 25,
Little Man,
ABC,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Flash Fearless,
Harry Pussy,
Absolute Body Control,
Camberwell Now,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Warsaw,
AZ,
Ultimate Spinach,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jerry's Kids,
Juan Atkins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tubeway Army,
Panda Bear,
Reuben Wilson,
Agent Orange,
Pole,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.