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 Ethiopia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
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 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 Kurtis Blow to the dance 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joey Negro,
Lyres,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Surgeon,
Sandy B,
Glambeats Corp.,
Deepchord,
The Durutti Column,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Smiths,
the Sonics,
Derrick Morgan,
Aswad,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Sheep,
Ultimate Spinach,
David Axelrod,
The Moleskins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Janne Schatter,
Reuben Wilson,
Visage,
The Move,
Stereo Dub,
Crash Course in Science,
Isaac Hayes,
Wally Richardson,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Flag,
Ten City,
Procol Harum,
Cal Tjader,
Wings,
The Velvet Underground,
Tomorrow,
Von Mondo,
Can,
Pussy Galore,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Matthew Bourne,
Ponytail,
Barry Ungar,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Todd Rundgren,
Franke,
Marc Almond,
The Golliwogs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Talk Talk,
Robert Görl,
Swans,
Theoretical Girls,
Lou Reed,
Donald Byrd,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.