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 Mongolia and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
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 harpsichord 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 Althea and Donna to the disco 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Mad Mike,
Al Stewart,
Clear Light,
Gang Green,
Pantytec,
the Slits,
MC5,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
New York Dolls,
Drexciya,
Zapp,
Groovy Waters,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Red Krayola,
Kayak,
the Human League,
Archie Shepp,
Anakelly,
The Modern Lovers,
Metal Thangz,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
New Order,
Terrestrial Tones,
Connie Case,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Searchers,
Quadrant,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Buckinghams,
Yaz,
Lou Reed,
Crispy Ambulance,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
DJ Style,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Happenings,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The United States of America,
The Barracudas,
Todd Rundgren,
Monks,
Slave,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Names,
Josef K,
Flipper,
The Gun Club,
The Monks,
Stereo Dub,
Radio Birdman,
Adolescents,
Visage,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fortunes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rotary Connection,
Sällskapet,
Banda Bassotti,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.