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 Jordan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet 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 Agitation Free to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Mr. Review,
Desert Stars,
Sixth Finger,
Janne Schatter,
Howard Jones,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Don Cherry,
cv313,
Kenny Larkin,
Trumans Water,
Simply Red,
Scratch Acid,
E-Dancer,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Fuzztones,
Lightning Bolt,
Anthony Braxton,
Franke,
Pierre Henry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Victims,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Cure,
The Slackers,
China Crisis,
Thompson Twins,
Crooked Eye,
Agitation Free,
Sonic Youth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
New Age Steppers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tubeway Army,
the Normal,
Junior Murvin,
The Saints,
Maleditus Sound,
Brothers Johnson,
Ponytail,
the Sonics,
Kerri Chandler,
Joe Finger,
MC5,
The Walker Brothers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ronnie Foster,
JFA,
Suburban Knight,
Young Marble Giants,
The Misunderstood,
This Heat,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bad Manners,
Roxette,
Ossler,
June Days,
Flamin' Groovies,
Maurizio,
Basic Channel,
Arthur Verocai,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.