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 Mexico and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ralphi Rosario to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
The Residents,
Aloha Tigers,
The Count Five,
Ituana,
Eric B and Rakim,
Shoche,
Procol Harum,
John Foxx,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Massinfluence,
The Young Rascals,
John Coltrane,
The Selecter,
Ultravox,
The Cure,
Fugazi,
Malaria!,
The Invisible,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gang Gang Dance,
Royal Trux,
The Moody Blues,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fat Boys,
June of 44,
Mandrill,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Darondo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
In Retrospect,
Flash Fearless,
Yellowson,
The Gladiators,
Joey Negro,
Pagans,
Barry Ungar,
MC5,
The Electric Prunes,
Essential Logic,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gichy Dan,
Crispian St. Peters,
B.T. Express,
Terry Callier,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gabor Szabo,
Radio Birdman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Boogie Down Productions,
AZ,
The Slits,
Scratch Acid,
Public Enemy,
Black Pus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Schoolly D,
Tubeway Army,
Half Japanese,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gong,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.