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 Zimbabwe and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Das Ding to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Scion,
Marc Almond,
Scan 7,
Underground Resistance,
Sonny Sharrock,
T.S.O.L.,
The Tremeloes,
Sun City Girls,
Organ,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Cramps,
Black Moon,
Gichy Dan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
La Düsseldorf,
Sam Rivers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Royal Trux,
Curtis Mayfield,
Yusef Lateef,
The Buckinghams,
Marine Girls,
Eric Dolphy,
Ohio Players,
Outsiders,
Youth Brigade,
The Raincoats,
The Detroit Cobras,
Desert Stars,
The Fire Engines,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soft Cell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Minnie Riperton,
a-ha,
Newcleus,
The Young Rascals,
Avey Tare,
Funky Four + One,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Morten Harket,
Amon Düül II,
Mandrill,
Echospace,
Fela Kuti,
the Bar-Kays,
F. McDonald,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Normal,
New York Dolls,
Khruangbin,
Aaron Thompson,
Funkadelic,
Dawn Penn,
The Flesh Eaters,
Deepchord,
Arthur Verocai,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.