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 Turkey and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Black Pus to the punk 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Spoonie Gee,
Lalann,
The Stooges,
Tommy Roe,
Cal Tjader,
The Golliwogs,
Slick Rick,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Barracudas,
Robert Görl,
Ossler,
Crispy Ambulance,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Chris Corsano,
Sunsets and Hearts,
June Days,
Joensuu 1685,
Los Fastidios,
The Sound,
The Gladiators,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Roger Hodgson,
Gang Starr,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scientists,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Y Pants,
Camberwell Now,
Sonic Youth,
Roxette,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tomorrow,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Funky Four + One,
the Slits,
Robert Hood,
John Cale,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Standells,
Banda Bassotti,
E-Dancer,
Mission of Burma,
Maurizio,
Delon & Dalcan,
Godley & Creme,
Nation of Ulysses,
Deakin,
The Last Poets,
Fluxion,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Shadows of Knight,
Absolute Body Control,
The Seeds,
the Soft Cell,
Groovy Waters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bill Near,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.