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 Syria and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 kango's stein massive to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro 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 linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rhythm & Sound,
Big Daddy Kane,
Schoolly D,
The Mummies,
Crispy Ambulance,
Siglo XX,
Gang Starr,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Dead C,
Banda Bassotti,
Tubeway Army,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Technova,
Godley & Creme,
Barbara Tucker,
kango's stein massive,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nico,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Liliput,
Patti Smith,
T.S.O.L.,
Archie Shepp,
Donald Byrd,
Thompson Twins,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fuzztones,
The Count Five,
Underground Resistance,
Warren Ellis,
Funkadelic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Howard Jones,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Motions,
Derrick Morgan,
The Remains,
Jacob Miller,
Average White Band,
Intrusion,
Skriet,
Tom Boy,
The Evens,
The J.B.'s,
Marvin Gaye,
Outsiders,
Parry Music,
T. Rex,
Warsaw,
Blossom Toes,
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Reed,
Graham Central Station,
Terry Callier,
Mad Mike,
The Sisters of Mercy,
R.M.O.,
Cluster,
UT,
Pierre Henry,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.