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 Zimbabwe and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron 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 H. Thieme to the grime 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Yellowson,
Lakeside,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Misunderstood,
Harry Pussy,
Maleditus Sound,
David Axelrod,
Pulsallama,
The Real Kids,
Cal Tjader,
Donald Byrd,
DJ Style,
The Offenders,
The Index,
The Selecter,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tears for Fears,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sight & Sound,
Deepchord,
Brass Construction,
Make Up,
Agent Orange,
Sam Rivers,
Idris Muhammad,
Motorama,
Marcia Griffiths,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobby Sherman,
Lightning Bolt,
Erykah Badu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kurtis Blow,
Robert Hood,
Marine Girls,
Siglo XX,
Skriet,
The Residents,
This Heat,
Lungfish,
The Count Five,
Bootsy Collins,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tubeway Army,
Au Pairs,
David Bowie,
Albert Ayler,
Rekid,
The Saints,
Eden Ahbez,
The Last Poets,
Freddie Wadling,
Joensuu 1685,
Gichy Dan,
Janne Schatter,
UT,
Simply Red,
Arab on Radar,
Roxy Music,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.