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 Korea North and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
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 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Howard Jones,
Stiv Bators,
Reagan Youth,
Scrapy,
Minor Threat,
Newcleus,
Cheater Slicks,
Half Japanese,
Lightning Bolt,
Smog,
Minny Pops,
Scan 7,
The Zeros,
The Slits,
Eddi Front,
The Busters,
Toni Rubio,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Suicide,
Wolf Eyes,
Trumans Water,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Juan Atkins,
Swell Maps,
Matthew Bourne,
Steve Hackett,
Soft Machine,
L. Decosne,
Ornette Coleman,
the Association,
Man Eating Sloth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Misunderstood,
Derrick May,
Motorama,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ohio Players,
The Walker Brothers,
Ken Boothe,
These Immortal Souls,
Davy DMX,
Cymande,
The Sound,
Black Bananas,
Niagra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
OOIOO,
Amon Düül,
Sällskapet,
Lucky Dragons,
Sonic Youth,
Swans,
Scratch Acid,
Rotary Connection,
Unrelated Segments,
D'Angelo,
Roger Hodgson,
Brothers Johnson,
Crooked Eye,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.