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 Honduras and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin 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 Rhythm & Sound to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Godley & Creme,
Severed Heads,
Cybotron,
Tom Boy,
Bauhaus,
Sound Behaviour,
Gerry Rafferty,
Neil Young,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Happenings,
Desert Stars,
Soul Sonic Force,
Barry Ungar,
Pylon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Masters at Work,
Thee Headcoats,
Ultravox,
D'Angelo,
Skarface,
Todd Terry,
Kurtis Blow,
Young Marble Giants,
B.T. Express,
Roxy Music,
LL Cool J,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Porter Ricks,
Minor Threat,
Mission of Burma,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Underground Resistance,
the Normal,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The New Christs,
Joe Finger,
the Swans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wally Richardson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Zeros,
Second Layer,
Guru Guru,
John Lydon,
Toni Rubio,
Model 500,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Amazonics,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
H. Thieme,
The Cramps,
Swans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Deakin,
Fatback Band,
Goldenarms,
Bobby Womack,
Kas Product,
Judy Mowatt,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crooked Eye,
ABBA,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.