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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Bobby Byrd to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Malaria!,
Pussy Galore,
Reagan Youth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rakim,
Parry Music,
The Leaves,
Harpers Bizarre,
Young Marble Giants,
Porter Ricks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Alice Coltrane,
Ronan,
Cameo,
The Associates,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soft Machine,
Adolescents,
Sarah Menescal,
Scion,
Silicon Teens,
Robert Wyatt,
Excepter,
Robert Hood,
Funky Four + One,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nick Fraelich,
Piero Umiliani,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mars,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Au Pairs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Flesh Eaters,
Outsiders,
Stockholm Monsters,
Visage,
R.M.O.,
Amazonics,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Youth Brigade,
Moebius,
The Golliwogs,
Camouflage,
The Red Krayola,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Stooges,
Juan Atkins,
kango's stein massive,
Ludus,
Archie Shepp,
the Swans,
Flipper,
Oneida,
Nico,
Pagans,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.