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 Albania and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Letta Mbulu to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
The Last Poets,
Eden Ahbez,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Qualms,
New Order,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Human League,
The Star Department,
Slave,
Lalo Schifrin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rotary Connection,
Goldenarms,
EPMD,
The Cowsills,
Youth Brigade,
Sarah Menescal,
Buzzcocks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Sisters of Mercy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Aloha Tigers,
FM Einheit,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Electric Prunes,
Main Source,
Stiv Bators,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Metal Thangz,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hasil Adkins,
The Skatalites,
The Cure,
Mandrill,
Joensuu 1685,
Intrusion,
Kayak,
Ice-T,
Agitation Free,
Bobby Sherman,
Amon Düül,
Slick Rick,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Doors,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Liliput,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bang On A Can,
Gichy Dan,
Country Teasers,
New York Dolls,
Animal Collective,
Cymande,
Jacques Brel,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bad Manners,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Clear Light,
Bill Near,
Drexciya,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.