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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes 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 Bad Manners to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
John Lydon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Television,
One Last Wish,
Kerri Chandler,
Joy Division,
Con Funk Shun,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Cale,
Goldenarms,
Lucky Dragons,
Todd Terry,
Skriet,
DJ Style,
The Five Americans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
MDC,
Section 25,
Crime,
The Index,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Amon Düül,
The Golliwogs,
The Kinks,
Cameo,
Shoche,
Mad Mike,
Mary Jane Girls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dark Day,
Soul II Soul,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fear,
Carl Craig,
Tim Buckley,
Sandy B,
Al Stewart,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Procol Harum,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Pus,
Ten City,
Letta Mbulu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Make Up,
Nas,
The Music Machine,
Jacob Miller,
Man Eating Sloth,
Arab on Radar,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Au Pairs,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.