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 Romania and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the crunk 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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joensuu 1685,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
DJ Style,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gang Green,
Grey Daturas,
Sam Rivers,
Skaos,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pierre Henry,
Eden Ahbez,
Goldenarms,
DNA,
The J.B.'s,
Negative Approach,
Morten Harket,
Ralphi Rosario,
Shuggie Otis,
Dorothy Ashby,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Holt,
Arcadia,
Make Up,
Little Man,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Donald Byrd,
Jandek,
The Flesh Eaters,
Andrew Hill,
Darondo,
Gang Starr,
Sällskapet,
The Selecter,
Gabor Szabo,
Donny Hathaway,
June of 44,
Sly & The Family Stone,
L. Decosne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bluetip,
Kool Moe Dee,
Siglo XX,
K-Klass,
Toni Rubio,
Kenny Larkin,
Suicide,
The Names,
The Invisible,
Urselle,
New York Dolls,
Supertramp,
Groovy Waters,
Letta Mbulu,
The Five Americans,
Model 500,
Freddie Wadling,
Ultravox,
Flash Fearless,
John Foxx,
Organ,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.