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 Andorra and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 David Bowie 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 Agitation Free to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Andrew Hill,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Human League,
Youth Brigade,
Avey Tare,
LL Cool J,
Pharoah Sanders,
Average White Band,
Loose Ends,
10cc,
The Divine Comedy,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Pus,
Grandmaster Flash,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Grey Daturas,
MDC,
Bobby Sherman,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scientists,
Malaria!,
Wally Richardson,
Slave,
Tommy Roe,
Barrington Levy,
Wasted Youth,
Radiohead,
Roxy Music,
Spandau Ballet,
Jeru the Damaja,
Public Enemy,
The Black Dice,
Can,
The Durutti Column,
The Misunderstood,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Gladiators,
Patti Smith,
Althea and Donna,
The Motions,
Nation of Ulysses,
Simply Red,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lou Christie,
The Pretty Things,
The Count Five,
The Knickerbockers,
Half Japanese,
Joey Negro,
Warsaw,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Piero Umiliani,
Blossom Toes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kas Product,
Henry Cow,
Fat Boys,
8 Eyed Spy,
Shuggie Otis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.