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 Sweden and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Shoche to the dance 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Eric Dolphy,
The Invisible,
EPMD,
Sällskapet,
Robert Hood,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ten City,
Scan 7,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Brick,
the Slits,
Chris & Cosey,
Circle Jerks,
Fad Gadget,
Hoover,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Sonics,
Fluxion,
The Birthday Party,
Angry Samoans,
Urselle,
Agent Orange,
Unrelated Segments,
Peter & Gordon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jacques Brel,
Aaron Thompson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Michelle Simonal,
B.T. Express,
La Düsseldorf,
Bizarre Inc.,
Animal Collective,
Robert Görl,
Peter and Kerry,
The Litter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Minor Threat,
Tomorrow,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lou Christie,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
X-101,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Monochrome Set,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wolf Eyes,
Dual Sessions,
A Certain Ratio,
Television Personalities,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cameo,
Cluster,
The Move,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soulsonic Force,
Arab on Radar,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.