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 Dominican Republic and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the disco 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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lyres,
Talk Talk,
Audionom,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Boz Scaggs,
the Sonics,
The Barracudas,
Todd Rundgren,
Shuggie Otis,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nils Olav,
Severed Heads,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Raincoats,
JFA,
Fluxion,
The Electric Prunes,
Mission of Burma,
The Flesh Eaters,
Deepchord,
Sandy B,
Visage,
Michelle Simonal,
Moss Icon,
LL Cool J,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mandrill,
Schoolly D,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mars,
The Neon Judgement,
Public Enemy,
The Pop Group,
The Sonics,
Ice-T,
Zapp,
Royal Trux,
Lucky Dragons,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Harmonia,
The Searchers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Erasure,
Bobby Womack,
Suburban Knight,
Icehouse,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
DNA,
Von Mondo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nation of Ulysses,
Altered Images,
Slave,
New York Dolls,
Youth Brigade,
Pole,
Intrusion,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.