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 Zimbabwe and from Edmonton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the funk 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Matthew Halsall,
Fugazi,
The American Breed,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Neil Young,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Althea and Donna,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Evens,
The Golliwogs,
The Pop Group,
Q and Not U,
E-Dancer,
Suicide,
Lindisfarne,
Gastr Del Sol,
Iggy Pop,
Boredoms,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Smiths,
The Modern Lovers,
Soul II Soul,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cameo,
This Heat,
Bobby Womack,
June Days,
Icehouse,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Moon,
The Birthday Party,
Minny Pops,
Nas,
The Star Department,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
China Crisis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sonic Youth,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tomorrow,
Interpol,
Joe Smooth,
The Barracudas,
Morten Harket,
John Holt,
Groovy Waters,
Kaleidoscope,
Arab on Radar,
Kerrie Biddell,
Section 25,
New Age Steppers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Count Five,
Negative Approach,
Barbara Tucker,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Yazoo,
Sparks,
Arcadia,
DJ Style,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.