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 Belize and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Whodini,
Gang of Four,
The Remains,
Minnie Riperton,
Hardrive,
Can,
The Star Department,
Urselle,
Cheater Slicks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Judy Mowatt,
Sex Pistols,
the Swans,
Kurtis Blow,
Bauhaus,
Rosa Yemen,
June of 44,
L. Decosne,
Dawn Penn,
Gong,
Sugar Minott,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Essential Logic,
Boredoms,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eric Dolphy,
The Kinks,
June Days,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rufus Thomas,
World's Most,
Television Personalities,
Chrome,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pantytec,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tres Demented,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Golliwogs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Electric Prunes,
Althea and Donna,
Junior Murvin,
Blake Baxter,
Mantronix,
Mad Mike,
Negative Approach,
Thompson Twins,
Swans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Glenn Branca,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Todd Terry,
Outsiders,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.