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 Mozambique and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes 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 Animal Collective to the disco 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Radiohead,
Traffic Nightmare,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Robert Hood,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Walker Brothers,
Tomorrow,
Marvin Gaye,
Camouflage,
The Neon Judgement,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Amon Düül II,
Warren Ellis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Connie Case,
Blancmange,
Nas,
Rapeman,
The J.B.'s,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dual Sessions,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Sheep,
Chris & Cosey,
Jeff Lynne,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ken Boothe,
Qualms,
Bush Tetras,
Agitation Free,
The Moody Blues,
Fifty Foot Hose,
H. Thieme,
John Cale,
June of 44,
The Young Rascals,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Peter & Gordon,
World's Most,
John Foxx,
Hardrive,
Deadbeat,
Jacob Miller,
Donald Byrd,
Pylon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wally Richardson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
JFA,
Vainqueur,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Babytalk,
The Five Americans,
cv313,
The Smoke,
Lebanon Hanover,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Barracudas,
CMW,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.