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 Thailand and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eric B and Rakim,
EPMD,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lucky Dragons,
Pere Ubu,
Tears for Fears,
Crash Course in Science,
Bootsy Collins,
Man Eating Sloth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Funkadelic,
The Zeros,
Rites of Spring,
Junior Murvin,
The Monochrome Set,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Birthday Party,
These Immortal Souls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Don Cherry,
Depeche Mode,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Letta Mbulu,
Ultravox,
Gang Starr,
The Velvet Underground,
Flash Fearless,
Chrome,
The Golliwogs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Flag,
the Sonics,
Rakim,
Stiv Bators,
Shuggie Otis,
Model 500,
Al Stewart,
The Blackbyrds,
Young Marble Giants,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Niagra,
Byron Stingily,
Spandau Ballet,
Lungfish,
Television,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Aloha Tigers,
Peter and Kerry,
Aaron Thompson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pylon,
Ludus,
China Crisis,
Rotary Connection,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gong,
Crooked Eye,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.