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 Montenegro and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer 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 Alison Limerick to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
The Beau Brummels,
Rosa Yemen,
Eurythmics,
Ash Ra Tempel,
T.S.O.L.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Saints,
Aaron Thompson,
Mission of Burma,
Chris & Cosey,
Neu!,
Kerri Chandler,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Angry Samoans,
The New Christs,
Radiohead,
Whodini,
The Smoke,
Scion,
Godley & Creme,
Section 25,
Minny Pops,
Country Teasers,
Hasil Adkins,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sound Behaviour,
Roxette,
Fela Kuti,
Jeff Lynne,
The Slits,
the Normal,
Pantaleimon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Deakin,
New York Dolls,
Popol Vuh,
Lou Christie,
Connie Case,
Bronski Beat,
the Sonics,
Moby Grape,
The Offenders,
Eric B and Rakim,
Thompson Twins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Stooges,
Chrome,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Litter,
The Dirtbombs,
Rotary Connection,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
DJ Style,
One Last Wish,
Amazonics,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.