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 Tuvalu and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ 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 Patti Smith to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Lyres,
Funkadelic,
Trumans Water,
New York Dolls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tomorrow,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fatback Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Arab on Radar,
Country Teasers,
Jacques Brel,
Circle Jerks,
Joe Finger,
Con Funk Shun,
Sällskapet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Moody Blues,
Howard Jones,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bootsy Collins,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eddi Front,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bob Dylan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tim Buckley,
Quando Quango,
Ten City,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marc Almond,
Dennis Brown,
Scott Walker,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
DJ Style,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mary Jane Girls,
Spandau Ballet,
The Walker Brothers,
Japan,
Outsiders,
Pere Ubu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wasted Youth,
Donald Byrd,
Max Romeo,
The Raincoats,
New Age Steppers,
Funky Four + One,
Easy Going,
Cluster,
Anthony Braxton,
DJ Sneak,
Matthew Bourne,
Gong,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Skaos,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.