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 Albania and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Hot Snakes to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Hasil Adkins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eric Copeland,
The Modern Lovers,
The Evens,
Lyres,
The American Breed,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Minny Pops,
Ronnie Foster,
Subhumans,
T. Rex,
Quantec,
The Sonics,
Black Moon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Arthur Verocai,
Franke,
Moss Icon,
Reagan Youth,
Crime,
Pere Ubu,
Loose Ends,
It's A Beautiful Day,
kango's stein massive,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Derrick Morgan,
Average White Band,
The Gories,
the Bar-Kays,
Khruangbin,
The Young Rascals,
La Düsseldorf,
the Soft Cell,
Main Source,
Harry Pussy,
Schoolly D,
Public Enemy,
Arcadia,
Wolf Eyes,
The Monochrome Set,
Shoche,
Lalo Schifrin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Infiniti,
Sandy B,
The United States of America,
Skarface,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Can,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Junior Murvin,
Icehouse,
The Smoke,
Nas,
Porter Ricks,
Alice Coltrane,
Stiv Bators,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.