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 Ukraine and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Fat Boys to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s 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 Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Zero Boys,
Kas Product,
Isaac Hayes,
Lucky Dragons,
The Cowsills,
Scratch Acid,
Amon Düül II,
Jeff Lynne,
Parry Music,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
David Bowie,
R.M.O.,
Dave Gahan,
Drive Like Jehu,
X-101,
Nik Kershaw,
Guru Guru,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joensuu 1685,
Rakim,
Soft Machine,
Delta 5,
Vainqueur,
Jesper Dahlback,
MC5,
Minny Pops,
DNA,
The Victims,
ABC,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sun City Girls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Television Personalities,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Smog,
Erasure,
T.S.O.L.,
The Velvet Underground,
Nick Fraelich,
the Bar-Kays,
E-Dancer,
Cybotron,
Scientists,
Tres Demented,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Archie Shepp,
The Stooges,
Eve St. Jones,
Accadde A,
The Fall,
Excepter,
Lou Christie,
Todd Rundgren,
Lindisfarne,
Flash Fearless,
Dual Sessions,
Lou Reed,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.