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 Benin and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
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 oboe 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 Pulsallama to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Juan Atkins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ponytail,
Amazonics,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sparks,
Thee Headcoats,
The Selecter,
Royal Trux,
Spandau Ballet,
Barbara Tucker,
Sandy B,
Public Enemy,
Aswad,
Television,
Absolute Body Control,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Sonics,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ice-T,
David Bowie,
The Gap Band,
Fatback Band,
Intrusion,
Stereo Dub,
Khruangbin,
Animal Collective,
Schoolly D,
Judy Mowatt,
Depeche Mode,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Quantec,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dead Boys,
Warren Ellis,
The Dirtbombs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hardrive,
Iggy Pop,
The Monks,
Soul II Soul,
The Real Kids,
The Barracudas,
Danielle Patucci,
Bush Tetras,
The Smiths,
Delta 5,
The Zeros,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wings,
Smog,
Prince Buster,
Sonny Sharrock,
Steve Hackett,
Hashim,
Masters at Work,
Black Pus,
Porter Ricks,
Derrick May,
DJ Style,
Aloha Tigers,
Laurel Aitken,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.