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 Kuwait and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gichy Dan,
Matthew Bourne,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Standells,
Girls At Our Best!,
Television Personalities,
Tim Buckley,
Pussy Galore,
The Modern Lovers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Move,
The Smiths,
Arthur Verocai,
Grauzone,
a-ha,
Shuggie Otis,
DNA,
Tomorrow,
Davy DMX,
H. Thieme,
Agent Orange,
New Order,
Gang Starr,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Terrestrial Tones,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nico,
The Busters,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Young Rascals,
The Real Kids,
John Holt,
Don Cherry,
Mad Mike,
Electric Light Orchestra,
David McCallum,
Gong,
Eli Mardock,
Sunsets and Hearts,
X-101,
Von Mondo,
Tubeway Army,
The Velvet Underground,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Das Ding,
Jandek,
Model 500,
Roxette,
Black Sheep,
Minnie Riperton,
Skriet,
kango's stein massive,
Fear,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.