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 Niger and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Ossler 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
The Cowsills,
Soul II Soul,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Brass Construction,
H. Thieme,
Kayak,
The Monks,
Black Sheep,
Scan 7,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bluetip,
The Modern Lovers,
Amon Düül II,
The Blackbyrds,
Lalann,
Alton Ellis,
Quantec,
Robert Wyatt,
Mantronix,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bauhaus,
Aswad,
Anthony Braxton,
Archie Shepp,
Soft Machine,
Sun City Girls,
Eurythmics,
Radiohead,
New York Dolls,
Camberwell Now,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eve St. Jones,
Shoche,
Nirvana,
A Flock of Seagulls,
CMW,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Panda Bear,
Mark Hollis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Television Personalities,
Severed Heads,
Roy Ayers,
Circle Jerks,
Gichy Dan,
Skaos,
Joy Division,
The Remains,
Urselle,
the Slits,
The Vogues,
Bronski Beat,
Blake Baxter,
Q and Not U,
Metal Thangz,
The Techniques,
The Tremeloes,
Blancmange,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.