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 Tonga and from Woodstock.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 Albert Ayler to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bootsy Collins,
Chris & Cosey,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Cramps,
Dead Boys,
Tim Buckley,
Saccharine Trust,
Connie Case,
The Cure,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Angels of Light,
John Coltrane,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Graham Central Station,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Frankie Knuckles,
Subhumans,
Chris Corsano,
Neil Young,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
ABBA,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Normal,
L. Decosne,
Flipper,
Suburban Knight,
Pantaleimon,
Darondo,
The Skatalites,
The Slackers,
The Leaves,
Monks,
The Stooges,
Banda Bassotti,
Erasure,
The Raincoats,
Shoche,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Don Cherry,
Faraquet,
Circle Jerks,
The Grass Roots,
Pylon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Josef K,
Bobby Byrd,
Boredoms,
Pantytec,
Wolf Eyes,
Aaron Thompson,
Surgeon,
D'Angelo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
CMW,
Howard Jones,
Nirvana,
Rekid,
Mission of Burma,
Cecil Taylor,
Anthony Braxton,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.