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 Nepal and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
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 mellotron 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 Radio Birdman to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Human League,
Au Pairs,
Minor Threat,
Funkadelic,
Suburban Knight,
Magazine,
Stiv Bators,
Icehouse,
Peter & Gordon,
T.S.O.L.,
The Wake,
the Bar-Kays,
K-Klass,
Model 500,
Terry Callier,
The Buckinghams,
Royal Trux,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Yellowson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Last Poets,
Al Stewart,
Toni Rubio,
Deepchord,
The Monks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pet Shop Boys,
Don Cherry,
Rod Modell,
Erykah Badu,
Morten Harket,
The Names,
Marvin Gaye,
Sixth Finger,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Average White Band,
Thee Headcoats,
The Toasters,
New York Dolls,
EPMD,
Sugar Minott,
Simply Red,
Pierre Henry,
Bobby Sherman,
DNA,
Cluster,
Camouflage,
Camberwell Now,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Aaron Thompson,
D'Angelo,
Lyres,
Saccharine Trust,
Sister Nancy,
Quantec,
Lalo Schifrin,
Index,
Mo-Dettes,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.