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 Chad and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Soft Cell,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Underground Resistance,
Bang On A Can,
Andrew Hill,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Metal Thangz,
Prince Buster,
Roxette,
Symarip,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Traffic Nightmare,
Barry Ungar,
A Certain Ratio,
Rapeman,
David Axelrod,
The Monks,
Youth Brigade,
Spoonie Gee,
Mantronix,
Sound Behaviour,
Jacob Miller,
Main Source,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Thee Headcoats,
Joe Finger,
Letta Mbulu,
Heaven 17,
Gang Starr,
Hoover,
The Velvet Underground,
Marcia Griffiths,
Donald Byrd,
Sixth Finger,
Nas,
Pere Ubu,
X-Ray Spex,
DNA,
Laurel Aitken,
X-102,
Deakin,
Archie Shepp,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Colin Newman,
Second Layer,
Erykah Badu,
Henry Cow,
Janne Schatter,
the Sonics,
Organ,
the Human League,
Suicide,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Patti Smith,
Kayak,
The Doors,
Minor Threat,
Yazoo,
T.S.O.L.,
Reagan Youth,
La Düsseldorf,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.