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 Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 New Age Steppers to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tim Buckley,
Sex Pistols,
Hoover,
EPMD,
The Motions,
Aural Exciters,
Porter Ricks,
Gabor Szabo,
Peter and Kerry,
Eli Mardock,
Duran Duran,
Nils Olav,
Josef K,
Funkadelic,
One Last Wish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sandy B,
Main Source,
The Velvet Underground,
Darondo,
Robert Wyatt,
Harmonia,
DJ Sneak,
Dave Gahan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Groovy Waters,
Mantronix,
Pulsallama,
Steve Hackett,
Pagans,
Stiv Bators,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Public Image Ltd.,
Slick Rick,
Tommy Roe,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roxette,
The Gun Club,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ossler,
The Saints,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cheater Slicks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Swans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bill Near,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Visage,
Avey Tare,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Bar-Kays,
Al Stewart,
The Vogues,
Youth Brigade,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sarah Menescal,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Danielle Patucci,
Throbbing Gristle,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.