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 Kazakhstan and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ 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 DJ Sneak to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Ituana 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 funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Blake Baxter,
the Association,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
OOIOO,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Oneida,
Boz Scaggs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Leonard Cohen,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eric Dolphy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crime,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Byron Stingily,
Parry Music,
EPMD,
The Human League,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Knickerbockers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Country Teasers,
Alphaville,
The Martian,
Morten Harket,
Black Flag,
Vainqueur,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
MC5,
Stockholm Monsters,
Flipper,
Echospace,
Essential Logic,
Little Man,
Subhumans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soft Machine,
Sparks,
Black Pus,
Robert Wyatt,
Masters at Work,
KRS-One,
D'Angelo,
Hardrive,
John Foxx,
Mark Hollis,
Arthur Verocai,
The United States of America,
Nirvana,
In Retrospect,
Joyce Sims,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Siglo XX,
Arab on Radar,
Chris Corsano,
Aswad,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.