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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ 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 Sight & Sound to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Motorama 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 disco 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Faust,
JFA,
Lungfish,
Rakim,
Sonic Youth,
Sam Rivers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Symarip,
the Human League,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jawbox,
Porter Ricks,
Kenny Larkin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joe Smooth,
Josef K,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hoover,
John Cale,
Bluetip,
Crooked Eye,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Jeff Lynne,
Ice-T,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lakeside,
Harry Pussy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Motorama,
Harmonia,
Tres Demented,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Public Enemy,
The Five Americans,
The Barracudas,
Patti Smith,
The Stooges,
The Monochrome Set,
8 Eyed Spy,
EPMD,
Drexciya,
Gabor Szabo,
Susan Cadogan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roger Hodgson,
The Monks,
Heaven 17,
Throbbing Gristle,
Groovy Waters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bang On A Can,
Fatback Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Boredoms,
R.M.O.,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kool Moe Dee,
A Certain Ratio,
Lou Christie,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.