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 Barbados and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Eric Dolphy to the grunge 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
the Bar-Kays,
Public Image Ltd.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Moleskins,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wolf Eyes,
the Sonics,
Marine Girls,
Henry Cow,
ABBA,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
U.S. Maple,
Duran Duran,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Goldenarms,
Ice-T,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
H. Thieme,
Delta 5,
Young Marble Giants,
John Foxx,
Throbbing Gristle,
Unwound,
June of 44,
Guru Guru,
Reagan Youth,
Radiopuhelimet,
Skarface,
Bush Tetras,
The Names,
Junior Murvin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Agitation Free,
Y Pants,
Byron Stingily,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kenny Larkin,
Cameo,
The Fugs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dawn Penn,
Inner City,
Joey Negro,
Clear Light,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gregory Isaacs,
Organ,
Neil Young,
Judy Mowatt,
Deadbeat,
Radio Birdman,
The Kinks,
Letta Mbulu,
Unrelated Segments,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.