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 Somalia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
World's Most,
Surgeon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roger Hodgson,
In Retrospect,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Negative Approach,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
One Last Wish,
Mo-Dettes,
The Mojo Men,
Tres Demented,
Vainqueur,
Groovy Waters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Real Kids,
Bauhaus,
Anakelly,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mantronix,
Circle Jerks,
The Sonics,
Lakeside,
Accadde A,
Tim Buckley,
Easy Going,
Wire,
Dark Day,
Scion,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Moon,
John Cale,
PIL,
E-Dancer,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cymande,
Simply Red,
A Certain Ratio,
Godley & Creme,
Aloha Tigers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Parry Music,
Quantec,
Talk Talk,
Sex Pistols,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Grauzone,
Camouflage,
Iggy Pop,
Yusef Lateef,
Stiv Bators,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Unwound,
Ronnie Foster,
Franke,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Electric Prunes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
FM Einheit,
Dennis Brown,
The Count Five,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.