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 Rwanda and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb 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 Ken Boothe to the dance 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Holt,
Cheater Slicks,
JFA,
The Angels of Light,
Kas Product,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eve St. Jones,
Crooked Eye,
David Axelrod,
Rapeman,
Eli Mardock,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bob Dylan,
Country Teasers,
Basic Channel,
Wasted Youth,
Quantec,
Roxy Music,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Popol Vuh,
Maleditus Sound,
Michelle Simonal,
U.S. Maple,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Byron Stingily,
The Doors,
Magma,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ultravox,
Gerry Rafferty,
Essential Logic,
Pierre Henry,
Tres Demented,
Funky Four + One,
The Stooges,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Sonics,
Scrapy,
Nirvana,
Alison Limerick,
The Cure,
Royal Trux,
Gang Green,
The Offenders,
Barrington Levy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Suicide,
Yellowson,
Supertramp,
Marc Almond,
Kerrie Biddell,
Metal Thangz,
The Techniques,
B.T. Express,
Accadde A,
Radiopuhelimet,
Amazonics,
Minny Pops,
Talk Talk,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.