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 Portugal and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Andrew Hill,
Yellowson,
Gang of Four,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Slackers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
MC5,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lindisfarne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Judy Mowatt,
Buzzcocks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cameo,
Monolake,
Television Personalities,
Ten City,
Sex Pistols,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ronan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Cale,
Minor Threat,
Susan Cadogan,
Reagan Youth,
Cymande,
Au Pairs,
The Black Dice,
Steve Hackett,
Hot Snakes,
Rufus Thomas,
Visage,
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Byrd,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mars,
Barbara Tucker,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rekid,
Eric Copeland,
Blancmange,
Gong,
The Mojo Men,
Soul II Soul,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Prince Buster,
Janne Schatter,
The Doobie Brothers,
Loose Ends,
Schoolly D,
Anthony Braxton,
The Grass Roots,
Panda Bear,
Quadrant,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joy Division,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.