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 Guinea and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
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 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 The Saints to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Smog,
Brass Construction,
David McCallum,
A Certain Ratio,
The Five Americans,
Grey Daturas,
Blancmange,
Cal Tjader,
Eric Copeland,
Alphaville,
The Black Dice,
Davy DMX,
Youth Brigade,
Echospace,
Goldenarms,
Essential Logic,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mo-Dettes,
Deakin,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Anthony Braxton,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Darondo,
Main Source,
Scion,
Rotary Connection,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Skatalites,
Moby Grape,
Arab on Radar,
Nas,
Radio Birdman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Underground Resistance,
MDC,
Pussy Galore,
Cymande,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Derrick Morgan,
Royal Trux,
cv313,
Prince Buster,
The Smoke,
Duran Duran,
Aloha Tigers,
Letta Mbulu,
Gang Starr,
Lou Reed,
Johnny Clarke,
Inner City,
The Young Rascals,
Gong,
Funkadelic,
Tubeway Army,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scan 7,
Mad Mike,
The Sound,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.