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 Sudan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Pussy Galore to the punk 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Barbara Tucker,
Lindisfarne,
Mark Hollis,
Tubeway Army,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kenny Larkin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Searchers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Public Enemy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dennis Brown,
Josef K,
The Neon Judgement,
The Leaves,
Lakeside,
Lucky Dragons,
Ultimate Spinach,
Derrick May,
Boz Scaggs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sexual Harrassment,
Deakin,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ornette Coleman,
The Buckinghams,
Blancmange,
Oneida,
Alphaville,
Robert Görl,
Deepchord,
The Associates,
Black Pus,
Ponytail,
Jeff Lynne,
The Gories,
the Bar-Kays,
Lalann,
H. Thieme,
Scientists,
Brand Nubian,
The Red Krayola,
Motorama,
Urselle,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Altered Images,
Judy Mowatt,
Neu!,
The Smiths,
Yellowson,
Warsaw,
The Slackers,
Japan,
Ronan,
Scan 7,
Scion,
Quadrant,
In Retrospect,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.