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 Lebanon and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer 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 Althea and Donna to the dance 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Amon Düül II,
Harry Pussy,
Zapp,
Mandrill,
Brass Construction,
Blossom Toes,
Barrington Levy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Adolescents,
The Motions,
Aswad,
Ultra Naté,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bronski Beat,
Swell Maps,
Black Pus,
Gastr Del Sol,
Surgeon,
Barbara Tucker,
Model 500,
Ludus,
Pharoah Sanders,
Procol Harum,
This Heat,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lower 48,
Dawn Penn,
Minor Threat,
Quando Quango,
Mission of Burma,
Dual Sessions,
Yusef Lateef,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tim Buckley,
Dark Day,
Funky Four + One,
Arcadia,
Bad Manners,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sexual Harrassment,
Matthew Bourne,
Ultravox,
Pere Ubu,
The Techniques,
In Retrospect,
Ornette Coleman,
The Leaves,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mark Hollis,
The Moody Blues,
Chris Corsano,
Depeche Mode,
Gil Scott Heron,
Carl Craig,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Offenders,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.