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 Costa Rica and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar 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 Jeru the Damaja to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Altered Images,
Rod Modell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mars,
David McCallum,
Fatback Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Banda Bassotti,
Boredoms,
Jawbox,
Urselle,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ludus,
Jimmy McGriff,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Selecter,
Soulsonic Force,
Kurtis Blow,
The Victims,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grey Daturas,
The Standells,
Youth Brigade,
Lou Reed,
The Busters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ultravox,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Pus,
David Axelrod,
Boz Scaggs,
Deakin,
Pussy Galore,
Gang Green,
Malaria!,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Martian,
Procol Harum,
U.S. Maple,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Radio Birdman,
Alice Coltrane,
James White and The Blacks,
The Human League,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Vladislav Delay,
Freddie Wadling,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Slits,
Wasted Youth,
The J.B.'s,
Eve St. Jones,
Graham Central Station,
John Cale,
Liliput,
Soul Sonic Force,
Peter & Gordon,
The Searchers,
Ronan,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.