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 Azerbaijan and from Seoul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Y Pants to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Womack,
Tubeway Army,
Arab on Radar,
The Gladiators,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Wake,
Althea and Donna,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Amon Düül II,
Sam Rivers,
Aural Exciters,
David Axelrod,
Babytalk,
Panda Bear,
Thee Headcoats,
John Lydon,
Leonard Cohen,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Walker Brothers,
The Barracudas,
Harmonia,
Smog,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
La Düsseldorf,
Carl Craig,
Eric Dolphy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Reagan Youth,
The Names,
JFA,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Flesh Eaters,
Godley & Creme,
Hoover,
John Foxx,
Von Mondo,
Infiniti,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rakim,
Pagans,
DJ Sneak,
Bob Dylan,
Average White Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lindisfarne,
Dawn Penn,
Sixth Finger,
Sällskapet,
Audionom,
Gang Starr,
Amon Düül,
Zapp,
Surgeon,
Jeru the Damaja,
DJ Style,
Jeff Lynne,
Iggy Pop,
Radiopuhelimet,
Archie Shepp,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.