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 Georgia and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
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 spring reverb 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 Arcadia to the disco 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Fela Kuti,
Grey Daturas,
Eric Copeland,
Franke,
Pantaleimon,
Gang Green,
This Heat,
Terrestrial Tones,
Prince Buster,
The American Breed,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Black Dice,
Vladislav Delay,
Janne Schatter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ponytail,
Marcia Griffiths,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Toasters,
Mr. Review,
Bronski Beat,
Aloha Tigers,
T.S.O.L.,
the Bar-Kays,
Half Japanese,
Sugar Minott,
Derrick Morgan,
Roxette,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Excepter,
Technova,
Procol Harum,
Joyce Sims,
Absolute Body Control,
Bootsy Collins,
Hoover,
The Real Kids,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hasil Adkins,
Ken Boothe,
The Knickerbockers,
Hardrive,
Eric Dolphy,
Ossler,
Warsaw,
Johnny Clarke,
The Litter,
The Selecter,
Sound Behaviour,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kayak,
Dark Day,
Aural Exciters,
A Certain Ratio,
Supertramp,
The Names,
Animal Collective,
Cymande,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.