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 Kazakhstan and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Donald Fagen 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 Kenny Larkin to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Goldenarms,
The Index,
Dawn Penn,
Eddi Front,
Duran Duran,
Scion,
Pulsallama,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Busters,
Eli Mardock,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Darondo,
X-101,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Walker Brothers,
Hot Snakes,
Sex Pistols,
Whodini,
KRS-One,
Joe Finger,
Harry Pussy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Shoche,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mo-Dettes,
Slick Rick,
Youth Brigade,
Flash Fearless,
Stockholm Monsters,
Max Romeo,
kango's stein massive,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Barracudas,
Cameo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Derrick Morgan,
Hardrive,
Man Parrish,
Crooked Eye,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Carl Craig,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Young Rascals,
Soulsonic Force,
Scott Walker,
Grandmaster Flash,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Camberwell Now,
EPMD,
Maleditus Sound,
Young Marble Giants,
Talk Talk,
Deakin,
Jacob Miller,
X-102,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sparks,
Aural Exciters,
Leonard Cohen,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.