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 Antigua and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Copenhagen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator 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 Joyce Sims to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Wasted Youth,
Accadde A,
H. Thieme,
The Gories,
Deakin,
The Count Five,
Inner City,
Faust,
The Red Krayola,
Sixth Finger,
John Lydon,
Junior Murvin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Carl Craig,
Unwound,
Ossler,
Symarip,
a-ha,
Neu!,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Howard Jones,
Barrington Levy,
Wings,
Robert Hood,
Minnie Riperton,
Index,
the Swans,
Suicide,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ralphi Rosario,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joy Division,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Metal Thangz,
Marc Almond,
Isaac Hayes,
Das Ding,
Bootsy Collins,
Swans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Arcadia,
Lakeside,
Underground Resistance,
Kerri Chandler,
U.S. Maple,
Liliput,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Patti Smith,
Kayak,
Bluetip,
Terry Callier,
Scratch Acid,
The Index,
Soft Machine,
Fat Boys,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.