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 East Timor and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Quando Quango to the dance 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Scrapy,
CMW,
Ornette Coleman,
The Cure,
The Mojo Men,
Todd Terry,
The Cowsills,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marc Almond,
Gang Green,
Bobby Womack,
Supertramp,
Parry Music,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Liliput,
Mr. Review,
Marine Girls,
The Real Kids,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
ABBA,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jawbox,
Prince Buster,
Excepter,
The Raincoats,
Joe Finger,
Shuggie Otis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kayak,
Slick Rick,
Stereo Dub,
The Tremeloes,
Hot Snakes,
Silicon Teens,
Procol Harum,
Technova,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Smiths,
Quadrant,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Standells,
Rapeman,
The Wake,
The Grass Roots,
Aloha Tigers,
Rotary Connection,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Television,
The Beau Brummels,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pierre Henry,
Carl Craig,
Reagan Youth,
Pagans,
Soft Cell,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.