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 Vietnam and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ 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 Ultra Naté to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Delta 5,
Reagan Youth,
Amon Düül,
Urselle,
Jeff Lynne,
Rhythm & Sound,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Angry Samoans,
The Wake,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Minutemen,
World's Most,
Barrington Levy,
The Mojo Men,
Interpol,
Flamin' Groovies,
ABBA,
Oneida,
Monks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fugs,
Slick Rick,
Nick Fraelich,
The Invisible,
Essential Logic,
Excepter,
The Dead C,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Magma,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Can,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lightning Bolt,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
kango's stein massive,
John Holt,
Neu!,
Davy DMX,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cheater Slicks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Leaves,
Eric Copeland,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Count Five,
Sarah Menescal,
B.T. Express,
Unrelated Segments,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Mummies,
The Pretty Things,
Masters at Work,
Letta Mbulu,
Los Fastidios,
Idris Muhammad,
Al Stewart,
The Evens,
K-Klass,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.