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 Sri Lanka and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Stooges to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Bananas,
Johnny Clarke,
The Leaves,
John Cale,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Chrome,
Half Japanese,
Iggy Pop,
Joe Finger,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Reagan Youth,
K-Klass,
Amazonics,
The Smoke,
Fugazi,
Nick Fraelich,
Ronnie Foster,
Sun City Girls,
Grey Daturas,
Harpers Bizarre,
Isaac Hayes,
Goldenarms,
Soft Machine,
Alphaville,
Hasil Adkins,
The Gories,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Loose Ends,
Excepter,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sarah Menescal,
Ten City,
The Toasters,
The Durutti Column,
New Age Steppers,
Audionom,
Ronan,
New York Dolls,
Main Source,
Yusef Lateef,
Agitation Free,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Funkadelic,
Donald Byrd,
The Residents,
A Certain Ratio,
Chris & Cosey,
Heaven 17,
The Standells,
Symarip,
The Divine Comedy,
Judy Mowatt,
Tommy Roe,
Roger Hodgson,
ABBA,
Newcleus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.