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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Mexico City.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 The Cramps to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Camberwell Now,
Unwound,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scion,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Make Up,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Metal Thangz,
Andrew Hill,
Little Man,
The Happenings,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kurtis Blow,
Ultimate Spinach,
The American Breed,
Man Eating Sloth,
Simply Red,
The Litter,
Ronnie Foster,
Delon & Dalcan,
Piero Umiliani,
Darondo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Normal,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Gories,
A Certain Ratio,
Peter & Gordon,
Rapeman,
The Motions,
The Birthday Party,
Carl Craig,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Gun Club,
The Monks,
The Slits,
Q and Not U,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gil Scott Heron,
T.S.O.L.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nico,
Talk Talk,
Intrusion,
Flamin' Groovies,
Deepchord,
Tim Buckley,
Roy Ayers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The United States of America,
Radiohead,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Residents,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.