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 Ethiopia and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Boredoms to the rap 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Subhumans,
Wasted Youth,
Trumans Water,
Amazonics,
Kaleidoscope,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Young Marble Giants,
Soft Cell,
Guru Guru,
Pet Shop Boys,
Con Funk Shun,
Gang Gang Dance,
Alison Limerick,
The Black Dice,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lebanon Hanover,
Television,
Arcadia,
Ice-T,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Normal,
the Slits,
Bluetip,
Curtis Mayfield,
Erasure,
Matthew Halsall,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Liliput,
The Music Machine,
D'Angelo,
Gabor Szabo,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Pretty Things,
Pole,
Robert Wyatt,
The Names,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cure,
Khruangbin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
R.M.O.,
Cecil Taylor,
The Wake,
Sällskapet,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bronski Beat,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
OOIOO,
Eric Copeland,
Man Eating Sloth,
DJ Style,
Easy Going,
Joensuu 1685,
Pantaleimon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Banda Bassotti,
Lakeside,
Quando Quango,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.