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 Syria and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum 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 Stereo Dub to the crunk 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Lindisfarne,
Jesper Dahlback,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Techniques,
The Moleskins,
Agitation Free,
Joe Smooth,
The Count Five,
Michelle Simonal,
Supertramp,
Rapeman,
The Searchers,
Kaleidoscope,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Reuben Wilson,
Eden Ahbez,
The Selecter,
Hasil Adkins,
Stetsasonic,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Los Fastidios,
The Alarm Clocks,
Al Stewart,
Sun City Girls,
Tres Demented,
Chrome,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sixth Finger,
Dark Day,
The Moody Blues,
Roger Hodgson,
The Kinks,
The Real Kids,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Main Source,
Sight & Sound,
Letta Mbulu,
Easy Going,
Ice-T,
MDC,
Average White Band,
June of 44,
Danielle Patucci,
The Beau Brummels,
Panda Bear,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nick Fraelich,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
A Certain Ratio,
Newcleus,
The Star Department,
Matthew Halsall,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pulsallama,
Au Pairs,
The Neon Judgement,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.