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 Belarus and from London.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare 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 Brand Nubian to the jazz 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Offenders,
Monks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobby Sherman,
Hasil Adkins,
Dave Gahan,
Agent Orange,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cal Tjader,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sparks,
Easy Going,
DJ Style,
Wasted Youth,
Icehouse,
kango's stein massive,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lyres,
Bill Near,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Unrelated Segments,
Laurel Aitken,
Blossom Toes,
the Slits,
Radiohead,
Crash Course in Science,
Rekid,
Joensuu 1685,
Eden Ahbez,
Alphaville,
Rotary Connection,
Agitation Free,
Eric Copeland,
Sound Behaviour,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jerry's Kids,
Ten City,
Pantaleimon,
Dennis Brown,
Pere Ubu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Human League,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Quando Quango,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kas Product,
The United States of America,
Eve St. Jones,
Mo-Dettes,
Funky Four + One,
Lou Christie,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ultra Naté,
Morten Harket,
Wings,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.