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 Angola and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Q and Not U to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Das Ding,
The United States of America,
The Seeds,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Shadows of Knight,
Khruangbin,
Theoretical Girls,
Rotary Connection,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Blues Magoos,
Trumans Water,
The Five Americans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Duran Duran,
Gang Green,
The Sound,
Masters at Work,
Funky Four + One,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Aswad,
Minny Pops,
Soulsonic Force,
Soft Cell,
The Techniques,
Scan 7,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lightning Bolt,
Negative Approach,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Smoke,
Main Source,
Symarip,
The Grass Roots,
Oneida,
Morten Harket,
Accadde A,
Grauzone,
June Days,
Camouflage,
Talk Talk,
Scientists,
Amon Düül II,
Bill Wells,
The Modern Lovers,
Robert Wyatt,
Amon Düül,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobby Byrd,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobby Womack,
Marshall Jefferson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pantaleimon,
Erykah Badu,
Urselle,
D'Angelo,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.