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 Micronesia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ponytail to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Arab on Radar,
Television,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Livin' Joy,
Adolescents,
The American Breed,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soulsonic Force,
Rufus Thomas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Martian,
Stiv Bators,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soft Cell,
Swell Maps,
Sam Rivers,
The Remains,
Tomorrow,
Barrington Levy,
Quando Quango,
Black Moon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bluetip,
DJ Style,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Agent Orange,
The Offenders,
Warsaw,
kango's stein massive,
Minnie Riperton,
The Angels of Light,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Residents,
Max Romeo,
Erasure,
This Heat,
Hashim,
Nik Kershaw,
Parry Music,
The Moody Blues,
Kayak,
Derrick Morgan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Yazoo,
FM Einheit,
Todd Rundgren,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Five Americans,
Bad Manners,
Sound Behaviour,
ABBA,
Blancmange,
Jeff Mills,
John Coltrane,
Sällskapet,
Circle Jerks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.