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 Costa Rica and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bob Dylan to the crunk 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Radiohead,
Tommy Roe,
Make Up,
Wings,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Trojans,
Moebius,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Gladiators,
Letta Mbulu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
This Heat,
Cal Tjader,
The Busters,
The Dirtbombs,
Section 25,
The United States of America,
June Days,
Peter and Kerry,
Tim Buckley,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sonic Youth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rufus Thomas,
Masters at Work,
K-Klass,
Sun City Girls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Peter & Gordon,
OOIOO,
The Shadows of Knight,
Amon Düül,
Toni Rubio,
Heaven 17,
Funkadelic,
Skarface,
Ultra Naté,
Anakelly,
Bill Near,
Saccharine Trust,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Niagra,
Warren Ellis,
cv313,
Reagan Youth,
The Martian,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Bananas,
Scientists,
The Monks,
Unwound,
Can,
Chrome,
Iggy Pop,
Lower 48,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ten City,
Connie Case,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.