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 Oman and from Halifax.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes 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 The J.B.'s to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ronnie Foster,
Ludus,
Y Pants,
T. Rex,
The United States of America,
Hoover,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mary Jane Girls,
Colin Newman,
The Litter,
Pylon,
Sparks,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Vogues,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Neu!,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sun City Girls,
Kerri Chandler,
The Last Poets,
T.S.O.L.,
Scan 7,
Peter and Kerry,
John Coltrane,
Black Flag,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brass Construction,
Monolake,
Yaz,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
D'Angelo,
Camberwell Now,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ossler,
The Residents,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nils Olav,
Ralphi Rosario,
Deadbeat,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Swans,
Ultravox,
Lyres,
Marine Girls,
F. McDonald,
Tres Demented,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cal Tjader,
The Stooges,
Bad Manners,
Funky Four + One,
The Offenders,
Kurtis Blow,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sugar Minott,
Jeff Mills,
Prince Buster,
Heaven 17,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.