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 Jordan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
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 oboe 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Marmalade,
Little Man,
Warren Ellis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Flash Fearless,
Steve Hackett,
The Pretty Things,
Absolute Body Control,
June Days,
The Velvet Underground,
Arcadia,
Eddi Front,
The Moleskins,
Joe Finger,
Lee Hazlewood,
Con Funk Shun,
Loose Ends,
Dead Boys,
Eric Copeland,
Donny Hathaway,
Drexciya,
Silicon Teens,
Sonic Youth,
The Fall,
Royal Trux,
Quantec,
Radiohead,
B.T. Express,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jeff Mills,
Funkadelic,
Main Source,
Tropical Tobacco,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Gap Band,
The Cure,
Eric B and Rakim,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Henry Cow,
Robert Wyatt,
Eve St. Jones,
David McCallum,
Bobby Sherman,
The Star Department,
Sparks,
Deepchord,
Amon Düül II,
The Zeros,
The Offenders,
L. Decosne,
Hot Snakes,
The Buckinghams,
Kerri Chandler,
Angry Samoans,
Motorama,
The Remains,
D'Angelo,
Franke,
The Pop Group,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.