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 Seychelles and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer 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 World's Most to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kenny Larkin,
Yusef Lateef,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Grey Daturas,
Essential Logic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
AZ,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Infiniti,
Ludus,
The Leaves,
Gang Green,
The Mojo Men,
Y Pants,
Sugar Minott,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Vainqueur,
Scientists,
Aaron Thompson,
Suicide,
Amazonics,
Avey Tare,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Outsiders,
China Crisis,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Cowsills,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bill Near,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Pus,
Rakim,
Joe Smooth,
Glenn Branca,
Sound Behaviour,
Porter Ricks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jeff Mills,
Magazine,
The Blackbyrds,
Siglo XX,
Pierre Henry,
R.M.O.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fear,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Slackers,
Eric Copeland,
Jesper Dahlback,
Schoolly D,
The Toasters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sex Pistols,
Al Stewart,
Motorama,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.