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 Gambia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 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 Minny Pops to the jazz 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Misunderstood,
Bush Tetras,
Rosa Yemen,
Freddie Wadling,
Rakim,
Negative Approach,
Josef K,
Stiv Bators,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camberwell Now,
Shoche,
Clear Light,
T.S.O.L.,
Fugazi,
Visage,
Ultravox,
The Shadows of Knight,
Anthony Braxton,
Soul Sonic Force,
Echospace,
Lakeside,
Duran Duran,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Charles Mingus,
Matthew Halsall,
Electric Prunes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Birthday Party,
Wasted Youth,
Albert Ayler,
Kaleidoscope,
The Offenders,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mission of Burma,
Underground Resistance,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fluxion,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Sonics,
The Barracudas,
Excepter,
Nirvana,
Camouflage,
Gang Starr,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Babytalk,
Davy DMX,
Pharoah Sanders,
Boredoms,
Howard Jones,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Walker Brothers,
Bronski Beat,
Model 500,
Robert Hood,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.