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 Tajikistan and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Fatback Band to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Half Japanese,
AZ,
Moebius,
World's Most,
Trumans Water,
X-Ray Spex,
Barry Ungar,
Surgeon,
The Doors,
Lucky Dragons,
Suburban Knight,
Fugazi,
Oneida,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Funky Four + One,
Connie Case,
Soul Sonic Force,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mission of Burma,
Nico,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Boz Scaggs,
Minor Threat,
Sight & Sound,
Monks,
Gang Green,
Morten Harket,
OOIOO,
David Bowie,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Laurel Aitken,
Jerry Gold Smith,
MDC,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Radiopuhelimet,
Aaron Thompson,
K-Klass,
New York Dolls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jacques Brel,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Evens,
Eric Dolphy,
Derrick Morgan,
Youth Brigade,
Dave Gahan,
Michelle Simonal,
Talk Talk,
Average White Band,
Ohio Players,
The Star Department,
Quando Quango,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eve St. Jones,
Reuben Wilson,
Minnie Riperton,
Deadbeat,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.