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 Kazakhstan and from Philadelphia.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Hashim to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan 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 jazz 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 a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion 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?
Junior Murvin,
Kool Moe Dee,
F. McDonald,
Desert Stars,
Duran Duran,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
MC5,
Eli Mardock,
The Names,
Massinfluence,
Graham Central Station,
Moby Grape,
Ten City,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Delta 5,
the Swans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Main Source,
The Barracudas,
Agitation Free,
Animal Collective,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Deadbeat,
Danielle Patucci,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Trojans,
Pole,
Gang Green,
The Fall,
Jerry's Kids,
Goldenarms,
JFA,
Todd Rundgren,
Barry Ungar,
Negative Approach,
La Düsseldorf,
Livin' Joy,
Dead Boys,
UT,
the Slits,
Royal Trux,
The Blackbyrds,
Jeff Lynne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Bar-Kays,
Bootsy Collins,
The Gap Band,
Arab on Radar,
Wasted Youth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Franke,
The Skatalites,
Nico,
Ronan,
Matthew Bourne,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sun City Girls,
Lou Christie,
The Smiths,
Los Fastidios,
Harry Pussy,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.