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 Slovenia and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer 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 MC5 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
The Moody Blues,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ossler,
The Associates,
Unwound,
Flash Fearless,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Kinks,
Pylon,
Godley & Creme,
Roger Hodgson,
Jacob Miller,
8 Eyed Spy,
Funkadelic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pierre Henry,
This Heat,
The Durutti Column,
The Move,
The Gap Band,
Quadrant,
Black Flag,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Aloha Tigers,
kango's stein massive,
The Vogues,
Bronski Beat,
The Saints,
Aswad,
10cc,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lee Hazlewood,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Massinfluence,
The Barracudas,
Gang Gang Dance,
Franke,
Rod Modell,
Wally Richardson,
The Gladiators,
Fela Kuti,
Masters at Work,
Q and Not U,
Supertramp,
The Offenders,
Swell Maps,
the Bar-Kays,
The Blackbyrds,
Loose Ends,
Gang of Four,
Angry Samoans,
Wings,
Con Funk Shun,
The Star Department,
Rotary Connection,
The Grass Roots,
Joensuu 1685,
JFA,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Alice Coltrane,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.