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 Dominican Republic and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Scott Walker to the crunk 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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
The Toasters,
DJ Style,
Delta 5,
Avey Tare,
Dead Boys,
Agent Orange,
The Fortunes,
Wings,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rosa Yemen,
Eurythmics,
Infiniti,
Ludus,
Jacob Miller,
Icehouse,
Spandau Ballet,
Rites of Spring,
Easy Going,
H. Thieme,
Cluster,
World's Most,
Bad Manners,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Brand Nubian,
Liliput,
CMW,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Electric Prunes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Wake,
Angry Samoans,
David Axelrod,
Peter & Gordon,
Los Fastidios,
New Order,
The Smoke,
Essential Logic,
Kayak,
Hasil Adkins,
Todd Rundgren,
Boz Scaggs,
Groovy Waters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Davy DMX,
The Black Dice,
Lee Hazlewood,
Vladislav Delay,
The Modern Lovers,
Subhumans,
Theoretical Girls,
Fear,
Stereo Dub,
Jeru the Damaja,
a-ha,
Alton Ellis,
Dawn Penn,
Goldenarms,
Marvin Gaye,
Shoche,
Rakim,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.