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 Jordan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Robert Wyatt to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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?
Roger Hodgson,
The Stooges,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Remains,
The Fugs,
Bobby Sherman,
X-102,
Porter Ricks,
Hasil Adkins,
Alice Coltrane,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eden Ahbez,
Von Mondo,
Al Stewart,
The Star Department,
Todd Terry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Patti Smith,
Sandy B,
Wings,
The Gap Band,
Bob Dylan,
The Fall,
Funky Four + One,
Kevin Saunderson,
Quadrant,
Theoretical Girls,
John Coltrane,
The Red Krayola,
Warren Ellis,
Eurythmics,
Magma,
F. McDonald,
Iggy Pop,
Q65,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bauhaus,
Pulsallama,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rapeman,
Peter & Gordon,
Aaron Thompson,
Blake Baxter,
Rod Modell,
Moss Icon,
Echospace,
Avey Tare,
Ituana,
Pierre Henry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crime,
Bootsy Collins,
Alton Ellis,
Circle Jerks,
The Vogues,
Glenn Branca,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.