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 Australia and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the rap 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wally Richardson,
Scion,
Reagan Youth,
Symarip,
LL Cool J,
Henry Cow,
PIL,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sixth Finger,
The Gladiators,
Byron Stingily,
The Selecter,
Sight & Sound,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eden Ahbez,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Man Parrish,
Scratch Acid,
B.T. Express,
Radio Birdman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Gap Band,
Malaria!,
John Holt,
Zero Boys,
Robert Hood,
Fatback Band,
the Association,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Swans,
MDC,
Subhumans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ossler,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sällskapet,
Radiopuhelimet,
Minor Threat,
Neil Young,
Icehouse,
Basic Channel,
Joe Finger,
Model 500,
X-Ray Spex,
The Blackbyrds,
Cameo,
These Immortal Souls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Morten Harket,
Black Bananas,
Eric Copeland,
F. McDonald,
Todd Terry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Schoolly D,
Boredoms,
Lower 48,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jacob Miller,
The Modern Lovers,
UT,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.