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 South Africa and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron 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 Lyres to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
R.M.O.,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marmalade,
Stetsasonic,
KRS-One,
Eddi Front,
Laurel Aitken,
Bad Manners,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
K-Klass,
Drive Like Jehu,
Procol Harum,
Nik Kershaw,
Carl Craig,
Man Eating Sloth,
Reagan Youth,
Matthew Halsall,
Johnny Clarke,
Jeff Lynne,
Sarah Menescal,
Flipper,
The Mojo Men,
Anakelly,
Hasil Adkins,
Wally Richardson,
The Barracudas,
The Knickerbockers,
Sixth Finger,
Gang Starr,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mr. Review,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Angry Samoans,
Tommy Roe,
Flash Fearless,
Deakin,
The Move,
Blake Baxter,
This Heat,
Skarface,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Boogie Down Productions,
Aloha Tigers,
Gichy Dan,
The Smiths,
Boredoms,
The Blackbyrds,
Circle Jerks,
Nico,
Fear,
The American Breed,
The Sonics,
Altered Images,
Harry Pussy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
X-101,
Barbara Tucker,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Robert Görl,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.