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 Estonia and from Manila.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 John Cale to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Zero Boys,
Roxy Music,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ten City,
Kurtis Blow,
Eden Ahbez,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Theoretical Girls,
Harry Pussy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Stiv Bators,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Michelle Simonal,
Masters at Work,
Archie Shepp,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Funky Four + One,
Bad Manners,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Glambeats Corp.,
Albert Ayler,
Animal Collective,
Roy Ayers,
Rufus Thomas,
Bootsy Collins,
The Tremeloes,
Glenn Branca,
Black Bananas,
Neil Young,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Aswad,
Iggy Pop,
The Black Dice,
Lou Reed,
CMW,
Godley & Creme,
Ultravox,
Ludus,
The J.B.'s,
Mandrill,
One Last Wish,
Simply Red,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Minnie Riperton,
Kenny Larkin,
Nik Kershaw,
Flash Fearless,
The Monks,
John Foxx,
Shuggie Otis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Brick,
In Retrospect,
The Alarm Clocks,
Monks,
Maurizio,
Scion,
The Move,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.