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 Morocco and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Organ,
Mo-Dettes,
Robert Hood,
The Standells,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Reuben Wilson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
R.M.O.,
Los Fastidios,
Carl Craig,
The American Breed,
F. McDonald,
Lakeside,
Chris & Cosey,
Rapeman,
The Gories,
The Stooges,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Steve Hackett,
The Fire Engines,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Section 25,
Sarah Menescal,
Skriet,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Techniques,
The Sound,
Electric Prunes,
Kaleidoscope,
Dual Sessions,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joyce Sims,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Siglo XX,
The Doobie Brothers,
Qualms,
Visage,
The Searchers,
Motorama,
Johnny Osbourne,
Agitation Free,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lalann,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Funky Four + One,
Eden Ahbez,
Neu!,
KRS-One,
Barbara Tucker,
Jacques Brel,
Loose Ends,
Ituana,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cameo,
Sandy B,
In Retrospect,
The Beau Brummels,
Skarface,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.