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 Cyprus and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb 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 Delta 5 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wire,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Sheep,
Ronnie Foster,
The Trojans,
Trumans Water,
Patti Smith,
Graham Central Station,
Roxy Music,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ludus,
Fad Gadget,
Royal Trux,
Model 500,
Anakelly,
Skaos,
ABC,
Robert Hood,
Mad Mike,
Gabor Szabo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Alphaville,
Hardrive,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Peter and Kerry,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gong,
The Fortunes,
Thompson Twins,
the Swans,
Masters at Work,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pagans,
Swans,
Oneida,
Tomorrow,
The Cowsills,
Excepter,
The Happenings,
Freddie Wadling,
Crime,
Mandrill,
Y Pants,
Whodini,
The Smoke,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
June Days,
The Raincoats,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dorothy Ashby,
Johnny Clarke,
Audionom,
Visage,
Half Japanese,
The Knickerbockers,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.