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 Jamaica and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord 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 Dark Day to the rap 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Chrome,
The Remains,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Monks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lucky Dragons,
The Cramps,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tim Buckley,
Amon Düül II,
Roger Hodgson,
The Seeds,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Donny Hathaway,
Ornette Coleman,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gregory Isaacs,
Barbara Tucker,
Flash Fearless,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bill Wells,
The Busters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Schoolly D,
Terry Callier,
Max Romeo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marc Almond,
Jesper Dahlback,
Blossom Toes,
Lalann,
The Martian,
Barclay James Harvest,
Altered Images,
Bootsy Collins,
John Cale,
Matthew Halsall,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Danielle Patucci,
The Divine Comedy,
The Pretty Things,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fortunes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Chris Corsano,
Curtis Mayfield,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Isaac Hayes,
The Modern Lovers,
Aloha Tigers,
The Techniques,
Toni Rubio,
Fad Gadget,
The Electric Prunes,
Nation of Ulysses,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Godley & Creme,
The Durutti Column,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marvin Gaye,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.