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 New Zealand and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Don Cherry to the jazz 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
The Cowsills,
The Detroit Cobras,
DJ Sneak,
Moss Icon,
Zapp,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Faust,
The Fortunes,
The Mojo Men,
New Age Steppers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marvin Gaye,
Accadde A,
Fat Boys,
Lyres,
Big Daddy Kane,
Smog,
The Black Dice,
Schoolly D,
The Gladiators,
Flamin' Groovies,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
This Heat,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Anthony Braxton,
Jeff Mills,
Supertramp,
Pantaleimon,
Section 25,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Music Machine,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cluster,
Swell Maps,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Second Layer,
CMW,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
AZ,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eric Dolphy,
The Monks,
Avey Tare,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Motions,
Swans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
In Retrospect,
Stetsasonic,
Lou Christie,
Morten Harket,
Todd Terry,
Derrick May,
Liliput,
The Human League,
John Lydon,
Duran Duran,
Connie Case,
The Real Kids,
Japan,
John Coltrane,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.