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 France and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Camberwell Now to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Con Funk Shun,
Cybotron,
Ohio Players,
Sight & Sound,
The Selecter,
The Evens,
Fat Boys,
The Birthday Party,
Albert Ayler,
Cheater Slicks,
Jacob Miller,
Eli Mardock,
Animal Collective,
Gang of Four,
Niagra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Stetsasonic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Don Cherry,
Moby Grape,
The Monochrome Set,
Sun Ra,
Crime,
Moss Icon,
The Five Americans,
The Motions,
Pantytec,
Faraquet,
Wings,
The Slackers,
The Moody Blues,
Godley & Creme,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Robert Görl,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Amazonics,
Roy Ayers,
Leonard Cohen,
B.T. Express,
Brand Nubian,
Hoover,
The Smiths,
Pierre Henry,
Avey Tare,
A Certain Ratio,
L. Decosne,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Freddie Wadling,
Amon Düül II,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sandy B,
Al Stewart,
Sarah Menescal,
Absolute Body Control,
The Raincoats,
The Stooges,
8 Eyed Spy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ralphi Rosario,
Slave,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.