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 Chile and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Kurtis Blow to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Public Enemy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rapeman,
Don Cherry,
The Mojo Men,
Severed Heads,
Pagans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Outsiders,
Scott Walker,
Y Pants,
Colin Newman,
Barry Ungar,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Gun Club,
Lindisfarne,
The Last Poets,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cameo,
The Dirtbombs,
Panda Bear,
Second Layer,
Pole,
Talk Talk,
The Pop Group,
Roxy Music,
Quando Quango,
Deadbeat,
The Standells,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lyres,
Jeff Mills,
Thee Headcoats,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sun Ra,
Loose Ends,
Ornette Coleman,
The Mummies,
Michelle Simonal,
Minor Threat,
Quantec,
Mantronix,
U.S. Maple,
Zero Boys,
The Modern Lovers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crooked Eye,
Can,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Vogues,
Gong,
Ultra Naté,
Swans,
JFA,
Lou Reed,
the Fania All-Stars,
ABBA,
Warren Ellis,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.