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 Serbia and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin 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 Curtis Mayfield to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Flash Fearless,
Suburban Knight,
Joensuu 1685,
Maurizio,
DJ Sneak,
Swell Maps,
Pere Ubu,
Niagra,
Stereo Dub,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Porter Ricks,
Pagans,
Marmalade,
Trumans Water,
The Black Dice,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Basic Channel,
Steve Hackett,
Qualms,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ken Boothe,
Marvin Gaye,
The Smoke,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lungfish,
Lucky Dragons,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
EPMD,
Neil Young,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Moon,
Sugar Minott,
The Doobie Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Judy Mowatt,
Gastr Del Sol,
48th St. Collective,
Von Mondo,
The Saints,
Kerri Chandler,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bush Tetras,
Scrapy,
Brick,
The Gun Club,
Radiohead,
Marc Almond,
The Shadows of Knight,
David Axelrod,
Average White Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
KRS-One,
Second Layer,
Henry Cow,
Reagan Youth,
Gichy Dan,
Agitation Free,
Jacques Brel,
Wolf Eyes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.