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 Taiwan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Arcadia to the dance 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
The Smoke,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
LL Cool J,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Stiv Bators,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hardrive,
Youth Brigade,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Camberwell Now,
The Electric Prunes,
Blancmange,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Association,
Tubeway Army,
Harry Pussy,
Rhythm & Sound,
One Last Wish,
Faust,
T. Rex,
Howard Jones,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
D'Angelo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pulsallama,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sparks,
Kurtis Blow,
The Gories,
Fat Boys,
Kayak,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Angels of Light,
Model 500,
The Seeds,
DJ Sneak,
Marshall Jefferson,
Animal Collective,
Bill Wells,
Eric Dolphy,
Bluetip,
Newcleus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Davy DMX,
Piero Umiliani,
Make Up,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Henry Cow,
Stetsasonic,
Alphaville,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Kinks,
Pierre Henry,
Wire,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.