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 Eritrea and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Soulsonic Force to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Danielle Patucci,
Zapp,
The New Christs,
The Motions,
The Gories,
Das Ding,
Black Pus,
Groovy Waters,
Spandau Ballet,
Siglo XX,
Neil Young,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobby Byrd,
DJ Sneak,
Schoolly D,
Patti Smith,
Fugazi,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Connie Case,
Lyres,
John Lydon,
Jeff Mills,
Section 25,
Grandmaster Flash,
Intrusion,
John Cale,
Black Bananas,
Soulsonic Force,
Crash Course in Science,
MDC,
The Martian,
Cybotron,
Pere Ubu,
Fear,
the Germs,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Beau Brummels,
Panda Bear,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Red Krayola,
Joe Finger,
Talk Talk,
Lee Hazlewood,
Outsiders,
Sister Nancy,
Barry Ungar,
Q and Not U,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Glambeats Corp.,
Radio Birdman,
Scientists,
Andrew Hill,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Boz Scaggs,
Kerri Chandler,
Faraquet,
Bang On A Can,
Kayak,
Oblivians,
a-ha,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.