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 Mumbai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Nirvana to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mr. Review,
The Black Dice,
Cluster,
Lou Christie,
Pagans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Yellowson,
The Dead C,
Aaron Thompson,
Index,
The Wake,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rapeman,
Quando Quango,
Ronnie Foster,
Vladislav Delay,
Rosa Yemen,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Basic Channel,
Quantec,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Funky Four + One,
Lakeside,
The Move,
Alphaville,
Jeff Lynne,
Nick Fraelich,
Sarah Menescal,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Malaria!,
Hashim,
Gong,
Mo-Dettes,
Kenny Larkin,
Little Man,
Pierre Henry,
cv313,
The Angels of Light,
Ronan,
Yusef Lateef,
Boredoms,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Bar-Kays,
The Smiths,
Fatback Band,
the Soft Cell,
Kurtis Blow,
kango's stein massive,
Gabor Szabo,
Toni Rubio,
The Kinks,
Joensuu 1685,
Hot Snakes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hasil Adkins,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.