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 Ivory Coast and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord 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 Idris Muhammad to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
David Bowie,
Parry Music,
Morten Harket,
Eddi Front,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Searchers,
Sparks,
Gabor Szabo,
Clear Light,
Suburban Knight,
This Heat,
KRS-One,
LL Cool J,
Audionom,
Robert Görl,
New York Dolls,
Young Marble Giants,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Gladiators,
Vladislav Delay,
The Cowsills,
David Axelrod,
Danielle Patucci,
Barclay James Harvest,
Brick,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Erykah Badu,
Gang of Four,
The Offenders,
June of 44,
Make Up,
The Fire Engines,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Alphaville,
Yaz,
Juan Atkins,
The Pop Group,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Electric Prunes,
Khruangbin,
Mark Hollis,
The Divine Comedy,
Cecil Taylor,
Bob Dylan,
Surgeon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Chris Corsano,
Thompson Twins,
Barrington Levy,
Arcadia,
Pulsallama,
The Neon Judgement,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Yazoo,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Blues Magoos,
Nico,
The Trojans,
a-ha,
Michelle Simonal,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.