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 India and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 chamberlin 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 Roxy Music to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Reuben Wilson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Slick Rick,
Slave,
The Sonics,
The Fuzztones,
Visage,
the Association,
Zapp,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tres Demented,
Simply Red,
Television Personalities,
Deepchord,
Tropical Tobacco,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scan 7,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
New Age Steppers,
Rapeman,
This Heat,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Organ,
Minor Threat,
Icehouse,
Masters at Work,
Max Romeo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Blake Baxter,
The Smoke,
The Pretty Things,
John Lydon,
Peter & Gordon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crime,
Stetsasonic,
Robert Görl,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Moss Icon,
Eric Copeland,
Suburban Knight,
Y Pants,
Banda Bassotti,
Robert Wyatt,
Tom Boy,
Funkadelic,
The Toasters,
Gabor Szabo,
Sun Ra,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Holt,
Jeff Lynne,
T. Rex,
Marine Girls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Freddie Wadling,
Maleditus Sound,
Bauhaus,
Arcadia,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tomorrow,
the Bar-Kays,
Brothers Johnson,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.