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 Taiwan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Susan Cadogan to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Ralphi Rosario,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ronnie Foster,
Connie Case,
Bizarre Inc.,
Iggy Pop,
Minor Threat,
Erasure,
One Last Wish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Make Up,
The Buckinghams,
John Cale,
Alice Coltrane,
Marine Girls,
Easy Going,
Magazine,
Mandrill,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Whodini,
Ornette Coleman,
Sun City Girls,
Michelle Simonal,
Aaron Thompson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Suicide,
Barrington Levy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Colin Newman,
Ultra Naté,
The Dave Clark Five,
kango's stein massive,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Misunderstood,
Eden Ahbez,
Mary Jane Girls,
John Coltrane,
Soul II Soul,
Oblivians,
Steve Hackett,
Dead Boys,
Bang On A Can,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jawbox,
Al Stewart,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bill Near,
Pussy Galore,
The Count Five,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Inner City,
Von Mondo,
Heaven 17,
Tears for Fears,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kerri Chandler,
The Neon Judgement,
Laurel Aitken,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Simply Red,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.