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 Chad and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron 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 Nico to the punk 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Panda Bear,
Vladislav Delay,
Half Japanese,
Urselle,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
FM Einheit,
Kevin Saunderson,
Drexciya,
Desert Stars,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ten City,
Godley & Creme,
Nico,
Derrick May,
The Trojans,
A Certain Ratio,
The Golliwogs,
Ituana,
Patti Smith,
Aloha Tigers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dead Boys,
Albert Ayler,
Scientists,
Supertramp,
Max Romeo,
Essential Logic,
Rufus Thomas,
Japan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kurtis Blow,
Radio Birdman,
The Velvet Underground,
Surgeon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Intrusion,
Grey Daturas,
Anthony Braxton,
Groovy Waters,
Niagra,
Smog,
China Crisis,
Donald Byrd,
10cc,
Don Cherry,
The Gun Club,
The Cowsills,
Throbbing Gristle,
Minutemen,
Maurizio,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soulsonic Force,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.