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 Malta and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 In Retrospect to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
The Golliwogs,
Suburban Knight,
Harpers Bizarre,
Patti Smith,
The Walker Brothers,
Fluxion,
Scientists,
Nico,
The Last Poets,
Sixth Finger,
Hardrive,
The Gap Band,
Easy Going,
Amon Düül,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The American Breed,
Ultra Naté,
Bauhaus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
New Order,
A Certain Ratio,
Fela Kuti,
The Pop Group,
Deadbeat,
Scan 7,
Pantytec,
Alice Coltrane,
Pole,
Byron Stingily,
Japan,
Tres Demented,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Grass Roots,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Moon,
Slave,
The Cowsills,
Agent Orange,
Nas,
Colin Newman,
Brothers Johnson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gastr Del Sol,
June Days,
U.S. Maple,
Glambeats Corp.,
One Last Wish,
Gerry Rafferty,
Max Romeo,
Altered Images,
Soft Machine,
cv313,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Metal Thangz,
The Move,
Robert Hood,
The Detroit Cobras,
Moebius,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.