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 Thailand and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Maurizio,
Amon Düül II,
Cybotron,
the Normal,
Steve Hackett,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gabor Szabo,
The Invisible,
X-101,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Five Americans,
Funky Four + One,
New York Dolls,
The Dave Clark Five,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Henry Cow,
Jerry's Kids,
Fat Boys,
Nation of Ulysses,
Shuggie Otis,
Ten City,
Jandek,
Sly & The Family Stone,
James White and The Blacks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Slits,
The Angels of Light,
Animal Collective,
The Music Machine,
Joe Finger,
Mandrill,
Stiv Bators,
the Sonics,
Nas,
Smog,
CMW,
Ice-T,
Babytalk,
Porter Ricks,
Eli Mardock,
Unrelated Segments,
Matthew Halsall,
10cc,
Gichy Dan,
Juan Atkins,
Y Pants,
Charles Mingus,
Cymande,
World's Most,
The Searchers,
The Happenings,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jacques Brel,
the Human League,
Sound Behaviour,
Television,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jawbox,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.