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 Sudan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Charles Mingus to the rock 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Ultravox,
The Gap Band,
Surgeon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eden Ahbez,
Dawn Penn,
World's Most,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Shuggie Otis,
Buzzcocks,
Scratch Acid,
Man Parrish,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ken Boothe,
48th St. Collective,
Rhythm & Sound,
FM Einheit,
The Blues Magoos,
The Modern Lovers,
H. Thieme,
The Wake,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Divine Comedy,
Roger Hodgson,
Scott Walker,
Tom Boy,
New York Dolls,
Wire,
LL Cool J,
Max Romeo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Matthew Halsall,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
UT,
The Busters,
Accadde A,
Mary Jane Girls,
Easy Going,
Alton Ellis,
Barclay James Harvest,
Malaria!,
Das Ding,
Peter & Gordon,
KRS-One,
The Music Machine,
Godley & Creme,
The Slackers,
The Tremeloes,
The Fuzztones,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Charles Mingus,
Kurtis Blow,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tears for Fears,
the Sonics,
The Stooges,
DJ Sneak,
Ludus,
Kenny Larkin,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.