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 Botswana and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar 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 The Velvet Underground 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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man 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 '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 Amon Düül II 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?
Derrick Morgan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Monks,
Livin' Joy,
Oneida,
Fela Kuti,
Tres Demented,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rekid,
Surgeon,
Reagan Youth,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ultra Naté,
Chrome,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hot Snakes,
Mad Mike,
The Slackers,
The Beau Brummels,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Throbbing Gristle,
Duran Duran,
Flipper,
John Coltrane,
E-Dancer,
Delta 5,
New Age Steppers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jerry's Kids,
The Motions,
Fatback Band,
Black Bananas,
Scientists,
Lucky Dragons,
Main Source,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Yazoo,
Shuggie Otis,
Bill Near,
The Smoke,
Radiopuhelimet,
Audionom,
Animal Collective,
Model 500,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Erykah Badu,
Joe Smooth,
the Swans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Icehouse,
Andrew Hill,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rites of Spring,
ABC,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobby Sherman,
Fugazi,
Iggy Pop,
U.S. Maple,
Grauzone,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.