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 Manila.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Nico,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gang Starr,
The Buckinghams,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Neon Judgement,
Supertramp,
Scrapy,
Moebius,
Dead Boys,
Procol Harum,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Minny Pops,
Urselle,
Oblivians,
Porter Ricks,
Bobby Byrd,
The Slackers,
Thee Headcoats,
the Bar-Kays,
June Days,
X-Ray Spex,
Delta 5,
Agent Orange,
Sam Rivers,
Cecil Taylor,
Au Pairs,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Association,
Joey Negro,
Das Ding,
The Velvet Underground,
ABC,
Neil Young,
Graham Central Station,
Inner City,
Slave,
Japan,
Bluetip,
Warren Ellis,
Buzzcocks,
Zero Boys,
Sonic Youth,
E-Dancer,
Niagra,
Quantec,
Flash Fearless,
Flamin' Groovies,
Derrick May,
Junior Murvin,
Barclay James Harvest,
Al Stewart,
The Electric Prunes,
Joe Finger,
Nation of Ulysses,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Stooges,
Ten City,
Max Romeo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.