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 Swaziland 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the crunk 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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Thee Headcoats,
DJ Sneak,
The Knickerbockers,
Television,
Gang Starr,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Anakelly,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nas,
The Busters,
Smog,
The Slackers,
Sister Nancy,
Eric Copeland,
JFA,
The Mummies,
The Electric Prunes,
Bluetip,
Fluxion,
Wally Richardson,
Joensuu 1685,
Radio Birdman,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sandy B,
Cybotron,
the Bar-Kays,
Michelle Simonal,
T. Rex,
The Cure,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Altered Images,
Nation of Ulysses,
AZ,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fortunes,
cv313,
Derrick May,
ABBA,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Severed Heads,
Reagan Youth,
The Offenders,
Khruangbin,
The Tremeloes,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fire Engines,
The Fuzztones,
Robert Görl,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scan 7,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Massinfluence,
Jeru the Damaja,
Depeche Mode,
Sugar Minott,
Talk Talk,
Saccharine Trust,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rakim,
The Vogues,
Scion,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.