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 Germany and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba 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 Arthur Verocai to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Eden Ahbez,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jacob Miller,
Rufus Thomas,
Al Stewart,
Subhumans,
Pantaleimon,
Robert Görl,
Dennis Brown,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Knickerbockers,
The Moody Blues,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marc Almond,
Leonard Cohen,
Essential Logic,
Spoonie Gee,
Nas,
Lalo Schifrin,
Yaz,
The Trojans,
The Grass Roots,
Roxette,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
This Heat,
The Monks,
Cluster,
Hardrive,
Monolake,
the Sonics,
June of 44,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cheater Slicks,
Graham Central Station,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ronan,
Suburban Knight,
The Associates,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joe Finger,
Radiohead,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fela Kuti,
Skriet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rites of Spring,
Von Mondo,
Dual Sessions,
China Crisis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Man Parrish,
Blake Baxter,
Vladislav Delay,
Ken Boothe,
Adolescents,
Thee Headcoats,
The Names,
Erykah Badu,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.