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 Qatar and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 One Last Wish to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
The Kinks,
Warsaw,
Flipper,
John Coltrane,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Victims,
Talk Talk,
The J.B.'s,
John Holt,
LL Cool J,
Freddie Wadling,
Isaac Hayes,
Quadrant,
DJ Style,
Ornette Coleman,
Metal Thangz,
The Music Machine,
Kerrie Biddell,
UT,
The Raincoats,
Absolute Body Control,
Ludus,
Livin' Joy,
Lightning Bolt,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bill Wells,
Moss Icon,
Jeff Mills,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Agent Orange,
The Motions,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Blossom Toes,
Rakim,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Flamin' Groovies,
Suicide,
Inner City,
Bobby Womack,
Barclay James Harvest,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Neu!,
Organ,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mars,
R.M.O.,
Roger Hodgson,
Schoolly D,
Eric Dolphy,
Animal Collective,
Eddi Front,
Rhythm & Sound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Avey Tare,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Harpers Bizarre,
Barbara Tucker,
Goldenarms,
Suburban Knight,
Joensuu 1685,
Al Stewart,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.