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 Somalia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Lee Hazlewood to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Pantaleimon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Grey Daturas,
Charles Mingus,
Thee Headcoats,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rakim,
Sugar Minott,
The Blues Magoos,
Lightning Bolt,
Nik Kershaw,
R.M.O.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Suburban Knight,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Babytalk,
8 Eyed Spy,
Supertramp,
Carl Craig,
Barrington Levy,
Bobby Womack,
New Order,
Quadrant,
Dual Sessions,
Moss Icon,
Bluetip,
Cameo,
The Misunderstood,
Donald Byrd,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Audionom,
Cal Tjader,
Man Parrish,
Youth Brigade,
Jawbox,
Crash Course in Science,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Magazine,
Wire,
Tommy Roe,
Marcia Griffiths,
B.T. Express,
The Birthday Party,
Brothers Johnson,
Inner City,
F. McDonald,
Circle Jerks,
Con Funk Shun,
Scion,
June of 44,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sällskapet,
Todd Rundgren,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Sonics,
Michelle Simonal,
Warsaw,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soulsonic Force,
Aaron Thompson,
John Coltrane,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.