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 Armenia and from New York.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Index to the grunge 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Q and Not U,
Deepchord,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Wake,
Pole,
Tom Boy,
EPMD,
Technova,
Neil Young,
the Soft Cell,
Prince Buster,
Marvin Gaye,
Man Parrish,
Popol Vuh,
Bill Wells,
Pagans,
cv313,
Rhythm & Sound,
Robert Wyatt,
Shuggie Otis,
10cc,
Steve Hackett,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Last Poets,
Moss Icon,
Buzzcocks,
The Monks,
Chris & Cosey,
Sandy B,
Surgeon,
Cecil Taylor,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Freddie Wadling,
Funky Four + One,
The Remains,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scratch Acid,
Ossler,
The Five Americans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Underground Resistance,
Schoolly D,
Bang On A Can,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sugar Minott,
The Durutti Column,
Roger Hodgson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Patti Smith,
Albert Ayler,
The Young Rascals,
the Swans,
Eddi Front,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tres Demented,
Terry Callier,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.