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 Tunisia and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Marcia Griffiths to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s 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 The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Country Teasers,
Faraquet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Television Personalities,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Angry Samoans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cybotron,
Pere Ubu,
Con Funk Shun,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sixth Finger,
Smog,
Marvin Gaye,
Terry Callier,
The Happenings,
Al Stewart,
Althea and Donna,
The Sonics,
The New Christs,
The Invisible,
Cecil Taylor,
the Human League,
Nirvana,
Joensuu 1685,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Franke,
Livin' Joy,
Prince Buster,
Electric Prunes,
John Cale,
Camberwell Now,
Graham Central Station,
Babytalk,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Minor Threat,
Liliput,
Sandy B,
David Axelrod,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Idris Muhammad,
Dead Boys,
Flipper,
The Count Five,
Blake Baxter,
The Cramps,
The Smiths,
New Age Steppers,
Janne Schatter,
Skarface,
kango's stein massive,
The Black Dice,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Index,
Crispy Ambulance,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.