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 Uzbekistan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Das Ding to the jazz 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Howard Jones,
Johnny Osbourne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Parry Music,
the Fania All-Stars,
Juan Atkins,
The Remains,
Grandmaster Flash,
Godley & Creme,
Robert Hood,
James White and The Blacks,
Trumans Water,
Liliput,
Black Bananas,
Junior Murvin,
The Toasters,
Cluster,
R.M.O.,
cv313,
The Pretty Things,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Moleskins,
Albert Ayler,
the Swans,
Joe Finger,
The Evens,
Man Eating Sloth,
Electric Prunes,
Little Man,
The Real Kids,
The Wake,
The Litter,
Zero Boys,
The Dead C,
Ultra Naté,
Spoonie Gee,
Fat Boys,
The Names,
Alice Coltrane,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lalann,
Second Layer,
Derrick May,
The Last Poets,
The Victims,
China Crisis,
Mark Hollis,
One Last Wish,
Niagra,
John Holt,
Alton Ellis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Amon Düül II,
Sarah Menescal,
Essential Logic,
EPMD,
Jeff Lynne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobby Womack,
DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace.
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.