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 Poland and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord 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 JFA to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Harry Pussy,
The Skatalites,
Stetsasonic,
The Buckinghams,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Camouflage,
The Associates,
John Foxx,
Gichy Dan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pagans,
Roxy Music,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dual Sessions,
Babytalk,
Rekid,
The Searchers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fugs,
Hasil Adkins,
Monks,
The Beau Brummels,
Skriet,
Mantronix,
Deadbeat,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Robert Wyatt,
Wally Richardson,
Whodini,
Flamin' Groovies,
Slick Rick,
Agent Orange,
Fad Gadget,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Saints,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fugazi,
Albert Ayler,
Lindisfarne,
Lower 48,
Warsaw,
This Heat,
Scott Walker,
the Sonics,
Pantytec,
Dawn Penn,
Rotary Connection,
UT,
Popol Vuh,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mission of Burma,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wire,
World's Most,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Barbara Tucker,
The Zeros,
Patti Smith,
Buzzcocks,
June Days,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.