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 Turkmenistan and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Mars to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Lou Reed,
Bobby Byrd,
Beasts of Bourbon,
X-102,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roxy Music,
Gang Green,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Surgeon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cheater Slicks,
Patti Smith,
Subhumans,
Duran Duran,
Sparks,
UT,
The Tremeloes,
Urselle,
Parry Music,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Janne Schatter,
Sixth Finger,
In Retrospect,
The Zeros,
Pere Ubu,
Darondo,
Au Pairs,
Grey Daturas,
the Human League,
Alton Ellis,
The Smoke,
Fela Kuti,
Smog,
Popol Vuh,
Lyres,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bush Tetras,
Robert Wyatt,
Bronski Beat,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Albert Ayler,
Vladislav Delay,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobby Womack,
Sun City Girls,
The Evens,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Flag,
Isaac Hayes,
Gang of Four,
Moebius,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
kango's stein massive,
Girls At Our Best!,
Chrome,
Peter and Kerry,
New Age Steppers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Minny Pops,
The Blackbyrds,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.