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 Australia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Sarah Menescal to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Gerry Rafferty,
Severed Heads,
Rekid,
Flipper,
Nirvana,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Shadows of Knight,
David Bowie,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Victims,
X-102,
Albert Ayler,
Derrick May,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ten City,
Black Bananas,
The Kinks,
Sister Nancy,
The J.B.'s,
Negative Approach,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
PIL,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Talk Talk,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Remains,
Guru Guru,
Hot Snakes,
Jeru the Damaja,
JFA,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lou Christie,
Goldenarms,
The Smoke,
Angry Samoans,
Scan 7,
Animal Collective,
John Coltrane,
Althea and Donna,
Godley & Creme,
Heaven 17,
Tubeway Army,
The Mummies,
Peter & Gordon,
Soul II Soul,
Chris & Cosey,
Bauhaus,
The Searchers,
Half Japanese,
Von Mondo,
Blancmange,
Connie Case,
Bronski Beat,
Silicon Teens,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bang On A Can,
Lindisfarne,
The Martian,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.