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 Ghana and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator 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 New York Dolls to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Crispian St. Peters,
Derrick Morgan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roy Ayers,
Lou Christie,
Camouflage,
Panda Bear,
Second Layer,
Alphaville,
Metal Thangz,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bauhaus,
John Cale,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Average White Band,
LL Cool J,
The Doobie Brothers,
Janne Schatter,
Tubeway Army,
Sällskapet,
Liliput,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fall,
Idris Muhammad,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Donald Byrd,
Eric Dolphy,
Visage,
Delon & Dalcan,
Outsiders,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Khruangbin,
The J.B.'s,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jacob Miller,
The Wake,
Ralphi Rosario,
Be Bop Deluxe,
F. McDonald,
EPMD,
Tres Demented,
One Last Wish,
Flamin' Groovies,
Albert Ayler,
Marine Girls,
Pagans,
Icehouse,
Pole,
Gong,
DJ Sneak,
Scratch Acid,
Cluster,
the Normal,
Lee Hazlewood,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
U.S. Maple,
Dave Gahan,
Con Funk Shun,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.