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 Solomon Islands and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the crunk 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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ronan,
John Lydon,
The Angels of Light,
Amon Düül II,
Gang Green,
Blossom Toes,
Anthony Braxton,
The Dave Clark Five,
X-102,
The Barracudas,
Tom Boy,
Erykah Badu,
X-101,
Pulsallama,
Heaven 17,
Echospace,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Tremeloes,
The Doors,
Fear,
Desert Stars,
Bobby Sherman,
Bill Near,
Boz Scaggs,
New York Dolls,
The Star Department,
B.T. Express,
Mad Mike,
Fad Gadget,
Duran Duran,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Foxx,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Brothers Johnson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ossler,
Livin' Joy,
ABBA,
Lalann,
MC5,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bootsy Collins,
Marvin Gaye,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Holt,
Pierre Henry,
The Moody Blues,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ten City,
Trumans Water,
a-ha,
A Certain Ratio,
Jandek,
The Cramps,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ponytail,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jeff Lynne,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.