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 Eritrea and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 clarinet 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 Stockholm Monsters to the funk 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 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 organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Wally Richardson,
Cymande,
Rotary Connection,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Janne Schatter,
John Lydon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Yusef Lateef,
Jerry's Kids,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tres Demented,
Hoover,
Man Parrish,
Yaz,
L. Decosne,
Ossler,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Juan Atkins,
D'Angelo,
Rapeman,
The Blues Magoos,
Mary Jane Girls,
MC5,
Accadde A,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sarah Menescal,
The Trojans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Remains,
Lou Reed,
Suicide,
Section 25,
Brass Construction,
Chrome,
The Doors,
DJ Sneak,
Ronan,
Minnie Riperton,
Alice Coltrane,
Heaven 17,
E-Dancer,
Barry Ungar,
Aural Exciters,
Reuben Wilson,
Das Ding,
Magma,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Agitation Free,
New York Dolls,
June Days,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bronski Beat,
Franke,
Jesper Dahlback,
Camouflage,
Sun City Girls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.