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 Dominican Republic 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
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 organ 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 Rekid to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Wally Richardson,
Spandau Ballet,
Crime,
Brand Nubian,
Funkadelic,
Ornette Coleman,
Kurtis Blow,
The Invisible,
Toni Rubio,
Stiv Bators,
Howard Jones,
Cybotron,
The Trojans,
Brass Construction,
Pussy Galore,
The Electric Prunes,
Sällskapet,
Ossler,
Deakin,
Terrestrial Tones,
Organ,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scientists,
Heaven 17,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Goldenarms,
Kenny Larkin,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scott Walker,
Black Moon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Freddie Wadling,
Soulsonic Force,
Blake Baxter,
Tomorrow,
the Human League,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Associates,
Mantronix,
Lalann,
Roxette,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nik Kershaw,
Surgeon,
Quadrant,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Womack,
The Slits,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
R.M.O.,
Minny Pops,
Derrick May,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Chris Corsano,
Minor Threat,
The Dirtbombs,
The Smoke,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.