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 Gambia and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Camouflage to the techno 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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Faust,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Minutemen,
Eli Mardock,
L. Decosne,
Flash Fearless,
Blake Baxter,
Schoolly D,
New Age Steppers,
Dual Sessions,
Echospace,
Dennis Brown,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Deadbeat,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Funkadelic,
The Slackers,
Jawbox,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kayak,
La Düsseldorf,
David Axelrod,
Magazine,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nils Olav,
Babytalk,
Aaron Thompson,
Nas,
The Moody Blues,
Banda Bassotti,
K-Klass,
Toni Rubio,
Lower 48,
Piero Umiliani,
Peter & Gordon,
Moss Icon,
Althea and Donna,
John Holt,
Essential Logic,
Minor Threat,
Radio Birdman,
cv313,
Soft Machine,
Glenn Branca,
The Techniques,
The Detroit Cobras,
Popol Vuh,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The J.B.'s,
Idris Muhammad,
Slick Rick,
Jerry's Kids,
Lou Reed,
Spandau Ballet,
Cecil Taylor,
Carl Craig,
Roger Hodgson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.