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 Zimbabwe and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fugazi to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Gerry Rafferty,
Grandmaster Flash,
Magazine,
Shuggie Otis,
Rotary Connection,
Pole,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Dirtbombs,
Absolute Body Control,
Archie Shepp,
Scratch Acid,
Fear,
Wally Richardson,
The Dead C,
Ultravox,
Liliput,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Connie Case,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Wake,
Suburban Knight,
Grey Daturas,
Patti Smith,
Gabor Szabo,
a-ha,
Bauhaus,
Erykah Badu,
Icehouse,
Susan Cadogan,
Todd Rundgren,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sex Pistols,
Pierre Henry,
10cc,
Aswad,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Zero Boys,
Hashim,
Goldenarms,
Au Pairs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Barbara Tucker,
Jimmy McGriff,
Althea and Donna,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bill Near,
Symarip,
Sugar Minott,
The Victims,
Barrington Levy,
John Coltrane,
Leonard Cohen,
The Motions,
Underground Resistance,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ronan,
Wolf Eyes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Cale,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.