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 Cyprus and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Derrick May to the punk 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scott Walker,
Fatback Band,
The Durutti Column,
Banda Bassotti,
The Saints,
Roxette,
Agitation Free,
John Lydon,
Amon Düül II,
Todd Rundgren,
E-Dancer,
Kaleidoscope,
B.T. Express,
Carl Craig,
Nils Olav,
Tres Demented,
Laurel Aitken,
Cluster,
Alton Ellis,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cecil Taylor,
Technova,
Avey Tare,
Reagan Youth,
The Real Kids,
Shoche,
The Barracudas,
The Motions,
Godley & Creme,
The Divine Comedy,
Terry Callier,
The Fortunes,
Kerri Chandler,
Camouflage,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Barry Ungar,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
a-ha,
These Immortal Souls,
The Electric Prunes,
La Düsseldorf,
Altered Images,
Max Romeo,
Slave,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Sonics,
U.S. Maple,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Black Moon,
The Velvet Underground,
The Cowsills,
Janne Schatter,
The Associates,
Tomorrow,
Adolescents,
Boredoms,
T. Rex,
Crash Course in Science,
The Count Five,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.