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 Estonia and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare 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 Easy Going to the rock 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
The Red Krayola,
Bad Manners,
Easy Going,
Juan Atkins,
Terry Callier,
Clear Light,
Cal Tjader,
Eden Ahbez,
Porter Ricks,
Second Layer,
Joe Finger,
Robert Hood,
Cluster,
June Days,
Terrestrial Tones,
Matthew Bourne,
Outsiders,
The Birthday Party,
Black Moon,
Swans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Neil Young,
Mars,
Wally Richardson,
Malaria!,
The Sonics,
The Angels of Light,
A Certain Ratio,
Das Ding,
Bobby Womack,
Kas Product,
Sight & Sound,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Neon Judgement,
The Misunderstood,
The Vogues,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marvin Gaye,
Davy DMX,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mission of Burma,
Buzzcocks,
Marine Girls,
Lakeside,
X-101,
Ralphi Rosario,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roger Hodgson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Junior Murvin,
Tubeway Army,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gastr Del Sol,
Theoretical Girls,
Au Pairs,
Joe Smooth,
Fugazi,
Donald Byrd,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roxy Music,
Sound Behaviour,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.