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 Maldives and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar 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 Lyres to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
X-102,
The Leaves,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Associates,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wire,
Robert Wyatt,
One Last Wish,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jeff Mills,
Rotary Connection,
The Sound,
Negative Approach,
Sonic Youth,
Marvin Gaye,
Brick,
The J.B.'s,
The Fortunes,
The Raincoats,
the Association,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Wake,
Gichy Dan,
Circle Jerks,
Fatback Band,
Unrelated Segments,
The Misunderstood,
Half Japanese,
Livin' Joy,
Silicon Teens,
June of 44,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cheater Slicks,
Eden Ahbez,
Gabor Szabo,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Cowsills,
Altered Images,
Barbara Tucker,
Guru Guru,
Y Pants,
The New Christs,
Pierre Henry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Stetsasonic,
Marc Almond,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cybotron,
Eric Dolphy,
Unwound,
Mission of Burma,
Franke,
Gang Gang Dance,
Brothers Johnson,
Sixth Finger,
Blossom Toes,
The Young Rascals,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.