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 Iceland and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes 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 The Pretty Things to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Joy Division,
Thompson Twins,
Leonard Cohen,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gabor Szabo,
Arcadia,
Stereo Dub,
Beasts of Bourbon,
D'Angelo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
KRS-One,
Eden Ahbez,
Inner City,
The Gories,
Barry Ungar,
Goldenarms,
Davy DMX,
Hashim,
The Raincoats,
Jacques Brel,
Desert Stars,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Anakelly,
Tears for Fears,
Josef K,
Pylon,
Spandau Ballet,
Tres Demented,
The Neon Judgement,
Circle Jerks,
Derrick Morgan,
Second Layer,
Joe Finger,
kango's stein massive,
the Germs,
Bobby Sherman,
Hasil Adkins,
Donny Hathaway,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Average White Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Alice Coltrane,
Michelle Simonal,
Be Bop Deluxe,
ABBA,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Gladiators,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Von Mondo,
Buzzcocks,
The Five Americans,
Crooked Eye,
Eli Mardock,
Mandrill,
Tomorrow,
Parry Music,
This Heat,
The American Breed,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.