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 Finland and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 the Sonics to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Andrew Hill,
the Association,
Jacques Brel,
Jacob Miller,
Idris Muhammad,
Lightning Bolt,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Barracudas,
Archie Shepp,
Cluster,
Amon Düül,
Hardrive,
Mars,
Graham Central Station,
Lalann,
Simply Red,
Swans,
the Sonics,
Eddi Front,
F. McDonald,
Gang of Four,
The Fuzztones,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sugar Minott,
The Cramps,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sun City Girls,
Lower 48,
Fear,
Babytalk,
ABC,
Moby Grape,
The Smoke,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marc Almond,
The Vogues,
Gang Starr,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Saints,
Moss Icon,
Lou Reed,
Pantytec,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Move,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Sheep,
Outsiders,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Techniques,
Deepchord,
The J.B.'s,
The Zeros,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Todd Rundgren,
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Sexual Harrassment,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.