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 Paraguay and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
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 chamberlin 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 Sarah Menescal to the jazz 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
The Star Department,
Swans,
MC5,
Smog,
Max Romeo,
Blancmange,
Rufus Thomas,
Oblivians,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fela Kuti,
Newcleus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
10cc,
The Cowsills,
Barry Ungar,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Stooges,
Funky Four + One,
Television,
The American Breed,
The Wake,
Pere Ubu,
Amazonics,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camouflage,
EPMD,
The Walker Brothers,
Ludus,
Crispian St. Peters,
Aswad,
Livin' Joy,
Junior Murvin,
The Real Kids,
Mantronix,
Technova,
Lungfish,
Ultravox,
Neil Young,
Das Ding,
Glenn Branca,
Lyres,
In Retrospect,
The Doors,
Gang Starr,
Wire,
Moss Icon,
Sun City Girls,
Jerry's Kids,
U.S. Maple,
Archie Shepp,
Deakin,
Con Funk Shun,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Detroit Cobras,
Donny Hathaway,
Isaac Hayes,
The Cramps,
Youth Brigade,
Kool Moe Dee,
Prince Buster,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.