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 Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the grunge 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
The Invisible,
Cymande,
The Durutti Column,
Janne Schatter,
The Dead C,
U.S. Maple,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
D'Angelo,
Crash Course in Science,
The Tremeloes,
Excepter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marvin Gaye,
T.S.O.L.,
Radiohead,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cluster,
Underground Resistance,
Todd Rundgren,
Pylon,
Jandek,
Barclay James Harvest,
Model 500,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gichy Dan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scott Walker,
Alphaville,
The Monochrome Set,
Zero Boys,
Massinfluence,
Sexual Harrassment,
This Heat,
KRS-One,
Sällskapet,
Little Man,
Simply Red,
Audionom,
Main Source,
Dawn Penn,
Fatback Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Smiths,
Godley & Creme,
Aaron Thompson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Derrick Morgan,
Jawbox,
Joey Negro,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crime,
Adolescents,
the Soft Cell,
Arcadia,
Lyres,
ABC,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.