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 Kuwait and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Whodini,
Jerry's Kids,
Connie Case,
New Order,
Suburban Knight,
Television,
The Gap Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Niagra,
Stetsasonic,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobby Womack,
The Gories,
The Count Five,
Jeru the Damaja,
Magazine,
Gerry Rafferty,
Country Teasers,
Sandy B,
Mad Mike,
Tomorrow,
Zero Boys,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Letta Mbulu,
Chris & Cosey,
The Walker Brothers,
Cal Tjader,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fugs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scratch Acid,
The Barracudas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
JFA,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Spoonie Gee,
Babytalk,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Searchers,
Ken Boothe,
The J.B.'s,
The Saints,
Delon & Dalcan,
Delta 5,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tears for Fears,
Amon Düül,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Funky Four + One,
Brick,
Drive Like Jehu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Sonics,
Jesper Dahlback,
X-101,
Jacob Miller,
New York Dolls,
Archie Shepp,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.