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 Armenia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron 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 Detroit Cobras to the disco 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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Section 25,
Davy DMX,
Lungfish,
Pole,
Tommy Roe,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Albert Ayler,
Von Mondo,
Spoonie Gee,
The Saints,
The Cure,
Cal Tjader,
Y Pants,
Quantec,
E-Dancer,
Basic Channel,
Anakelly,
Peter & Gordon,
X-Ray Spex,
The Misunderstood,
Visage,
Amon Düül II,
One Last Wish,
Kas Product,
Subhumans,
Magazine,
Byron Stingily,
Lindisfarne,
The Walker Brothers,
Blake Baxter,
Ohio Players,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Metal Thangz,
Lalo Schifrin,
Das Ding,
Theoretical Girls,
Morten Harket,
Ludus,
Grey Daturas,
X-101,
Lebanon Hanover,
Slick Rick,
Silicon Teens,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lou Reed,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Procol Harum,
Al Stewart,
Minny Pops,
Alice Coltrane,
Maleditus Sound,
Royal Trux,
Warsaw,
FM Einheit,
Scratch Acid,
Marine Girls,
Mandrill,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.