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 Peru and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Neu! to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Dual Sessions,
AZ,
The Red Krayola,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mandrill,
Scrapy,
The Music Machine,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Average White Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Camouflage,
The Fortunes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Coltrane,
Model 500,
The Kinks,
U.S. Maple,
Stiv Bators,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Minutemen,
Man Parrish,
June Days,
Sandy B,
Yellowson,
One Last Wish,
These Immortal Souls,
Blake Baxter,
DJ Sneak,
Brick,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Move,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Index,
Jacques Brel,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Terrestrial Tones,
Royal Trux,
the Bar-Kays,
Quando Quango,
CMW,
The Buckinghams,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soulsonic Force,
The Names,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Sound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Five Americans,
Drexciya,
Cybotron,
Cymande,
The Sonics,
Nik Kershaw,
Lower 48,
the Association,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
UT,
Essential Logic,
Aural Exciters,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.