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 Kyrgyzstan and from London.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Cowsills to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Anakelly,
Crime,
Mary Jane Girls,
Max Romeo,
Soft Cell,
Prince Buster,
The Motions,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Drexciya,
Subhumans,
Minnie Riperton,
Delon & Dalcan,
Byron Stingily,
Lindisfarne,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Unwound,
Country Teasers,
Lou Reed,
Royal Trux,
Scott Walker,
The Gories,
Stiv Bators,
Albert Ayler,
Television Personalities,
Barrington Levy,
Dark Day,
The Birthday Party,
The Selecter,
X-Ray Spex,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mission of Burma,
Popol Vuh,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Pop Group,
Brass Construction,
Alice Coltrane,
Second Layer,
Grauzone,
Trumans Water,
Brothers Johnson,
Loose Ends,
Pierre Henry,
Boredoms,
One Last Wish,
Black Bananas,
Iggy Pop,
The Blackbyrds,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Normal,
L. Decosne,
Sound Behaviour,
Traffic Nightmare,
Graham Central Station,
The Cramps,
Severed Heads,
Los Fastidios,
Jeff Mills,
The Gun Club,
Franke,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.