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 Russia and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cameo to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Grey Daturas,
James White and The Blacks,
Todd Terry,
One Last Wish,
Reuben Wilson,
The Electric Prunes,
Marc Almond,
Fugazi,
Adolescents,
The Detroit Cobras,
Harmonia,
The Five Americans,
Siglo XX,
Gang Starr,
Marshall Jefferson,
Stetsasonic,
Don Cherry,
Tears for Fears,
Lakeside,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fuzztones,
Talk Talk,
Black Flag,
Black Moon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scrapy,
The Gun Club,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
This Heat,
Moebius,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Neon Judgement,
Echospace,
The Invisible,
The Barracudas,
Soul II Soul,
World's Most,
Alison Limerick,
Kaleidoscope,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bob Dylan,
Radiohead,
Outsiders,
Half Japanese,
Pierre Henry,
Oneida,
Bobby Sherman,
Matthew Halsall,
Robert Wyatt,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Easy Going,
Main Source,
The Remains,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Knickerbockers,
Lower 48,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Minutemen,
Oblivians,
Max Romeo,
Yellowson,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.