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 Algeria and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar 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 Skaos to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Crispian St. Peters,
Make Up,
The Cure,
Joey Negro,
The Mummies,
Al Stewart,
The Music Machine,
Los Fastidios,
The United States of America,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nils Olav,
Infiniti,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Arthur Verocai,
Gang Starr,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Birthday Party,
Mad Mike,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fuzztones,
Matthew Halsall,
Mandrill,
Bronski Beat,
Quadrant,
Hoover,
Parry Music,
Prince Buster,
The Five Americans,
Flash Fearless,
Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Görl,
Blancmange,
Guru Guru,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bluetip,
Eddi Front,
The Angels of Light,
The Grass Roots,
Interpol,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wolf Eyes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
X-102,
The Knickerbockers,
Qualms,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joe Finger,
Grey Daturas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eden Ahbez,
Heaven 17,
Average White Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Aural Exciters,
Roger Hodgson,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.