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 Uzbekistan and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar 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 Wake to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Minnie Riperton,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gang Green,
The Selecter,
Simply Red,
Rotary Connection,
The Techniques,
Mary Jane Girls,
Au Pairs,
the Swans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Barracudas,
Ice-T,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Television Personalities,
Urselle,
Popol Vuh,
John Cale,
Girls At Our Best!,
Depeche Mode,
The Music Machine,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sex Pistols,
Procol Harum,
48th St. Collective,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Minor Threat,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Surgeon,
Magma,
Jawbox,
The Young Rascals,
Harry Pussy,
Crime,
Excepter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Tremeloes,
Chris & Cosey,
Pylon,
Fatback Band,
Camberwell Now,
A Certain Ratio,
Anthony Braxton,
Easy Going,
Susan Cadogan,
The Five Americans,
Supertramp,
June of 44,
Amon Düül II,
Second Layer,
Sonny Sharrock,
Letta Mbulu,
Kerri Chandler,
Bizarre Inc.,
MDC,
The Standells,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Patti Smith,
The Motions,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.