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 Montenegro and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Lalo Schifrin,
X-101,
Scan 7,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Davy DMX,
A Certain Ratio,
Joensuu 1685,
Fat Boys,
Scion,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cheater Slicks,
Eric Copeland,
Alison Limerick,
Surgeon,
Visage,
The Mummies,
The Dirtbombs,
ABC,
New York Dolls,
The Smoke,
Agitation Free,
Qualms,
Skriet,
Faust,
Hasil Adkins,
Bootsy Collins,
Robert Wyatt,
Sister Nancy,
Rites of Spring,
Barrington Levy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Skarface,
Lindisfarne,
the Germs,
Icehouse,
Tears for Fears,
Ralphi Rosario,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Trojans,
a-ha,
The Move,
Newcleus,
Erasure,
Kerri Chandler,
Fluxion,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Standells,
The Raincoats,
Monks,
Von Mondo,
The Five Americans,
Lalann,
Alice Coltrane,
Supertramp,
X-Ray Spex,
DJ Style,
Interpol,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jacques Brel,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Metal Thangz,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.