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 Syria and from Stockholm.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Bluetip,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Suicide,
The Leaves,
The Gladiators,
Howard Jones,
June Days,
The Residents,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lucky Dragons,
OOIOO,
Goldenarms,
New Age Steppers,
Cymande,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jeff Mills,
Ornette Coleman,
Robert Hood,
Black Sheep,
Aloha Tigers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pere Ubu,
Robert Görl,
Ludus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Neu!,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Index,
Fugazi,
Letta Mbulu,
Lee Hazlewood,
Patti Smith,
Alice Coltrane,
Eli Mardock,
the Association,
Don Cherry,
Ponytail,
Soul Sonic Force,
Barrington Levy,
Moby Grape,
New York Dolls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Oblivians,
David Bowie,
X-Ray Spex,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Yaz,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Arcadia,
Gang Gang Dance,
Matthew Halsall,
Qualms,
PIL,
The Electric Prunes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jeru the Damaja,
Infiniti,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cramps,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.