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 India and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe 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 Donny Hathaway to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Aaron Thompson,
John Holt,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Boz Scaggs,
Eddi Front,
Hashim,
Tears for Fears,
Bobby Womack,
Au Pairs,
Glenn Branca,
The Zeros,
Adolescents,
Zapp,
New Age Steppers,
Eve St. Jones,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
FM Einheit,
The Gun Club,
OOIOO,
Dennis Brown,
Grey Daturas,
Mo-Dettes,
Whodini,
Junior Murvin,
Robert Görl,
Wolf Eyes,
Soft Machine,
The Young Rascals,
Excepter,
Stetsasonic,
Procol Harum,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Y Pants,
the Sonics,
Infiniti,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sam Rivers,
Scott Walker,
the Slits,
The Victims,
LL Cool J,
Wings,
Ralphi Rosario,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Index,
Mantronix,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mandrill,
Essential Logic,
New York Dolls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Subhumans,
Faraquet,
Reuben Wilson,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.