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 Iceland and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lou Reed to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Harmonia,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bang On A Can,
Q and Not U,
Unwound,
Moby Grape,
Barry Ungar,
Intrusion,
Blossom Toes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Derrick May,
Kayak,
Wolf Eyes,
The Knickerbockers,
Circle Jerks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bauhaus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Agent Orange,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lou Christie,
Lalo Schifrin,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Icehouse,
Marine Girls,
Ronnie Foster,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cymande,
Banda Bassotti,
Kenny Larkin,
Eli Mardock,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Matthew Bourne,
Livin' Joy,
Big Daddy Kane,
X-101,
Roxy Music,
The Vogues,
The Cowsills,
Sixth Finger,
Ituana,
Marcia Griffiths,
Barbara Tucker,
The Kinks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Amazonics,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Suburban Knight,
The Techniques,
ABBA,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Music Machine,
The Count Five,
John Holt,
Iggy Pop,
Gang Green,
Outsiders,
David McCallum,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.