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 Swaziland and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Archie Shepp to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Erykah Badu,
Average White Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Pretty Things,
Rotary Connection,
Bobby Byrd,
AZ,
Steve Hackett,
Kayak,
Rosa Yemen,
The Blues Magoos,
Scratch Acid,
The Buckinghams,
Archie Shepp,
The Zeros,
The Sonics,
Easy Going,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Connie Case,
Kas Product,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Motorama,
Altered Images,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Aural Exciters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Bananas,
Pantaleimon,
The Victims,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Pop Group,
Section 25,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Modern Lovers,
Eric Copeland,
The Slackers,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cameo,
Severed Heads,
Fluxion,
Dave Gahan,
The Smoke,
DJ Sneak,
Vladislav Delay,
U.S. Maple,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Interpol,
Ultra Naté,
Black Moon,
Nirvana,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fugs,
F. McDonald,
The Walker Brothers,
Toni Rubio,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.