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 Lebanon and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 D'Angelo to the funk 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Toni Rubio,
Kevin Saunderson,
Faraquet,
Cymande,
Mad Mike,
Smog,
Joensuu 1685,
Steve Hackett,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sugar Minott,
Brand Nubian,
Sandy B,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Minnie Riperton,
The Barracudas,
Boz Scaggs,
The Cramps,
Con Funk Shun,
Lower 48,
Dual Sessions,
H. Thieme,
Iggy Pop,
Funky Four + One,
Depeche Mode,
Siglo XX,
Lou Christie,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Electric Prunes,
Reuben Wilson,
Theoretical Girls,
Young Marble Giants,
Blossom Toes,
B.T. Express,
Radiohead,
Malaria!,
The Pretty Things,
DJ Sneak,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joe Smooth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Yusef Lateef,
ABBA,
These Immortal Souls,
Colin Newman,
Anthony Braxton,
Byron Stingily,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
David Axelrod,
Echospace,
Parry Music,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Quantec,
Ituana,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ronan,
Country Teasers,
Accadde A,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.