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 Micronesia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 Dennis Brown to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini 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?
John Cale,
Sister Nancy,
Porter Ricks,
The Monochrome Set,
The Walker Brothers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Frankie Knuckles,
New York Dolls,
The Vogues,
The Raincoats,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sixth Finger,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lyres,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
H. Thieme,
Public Enemy,
OOIOO,
10cc,
Moby Grape,
The Knickerbockers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marshall Jefferson,
ABBA,
Nick Fraelich,
Erykah Badu,
the Sonics,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Agent Orange,
Youth Brigade,
Shuggie Otis,
Rod Modell,
Brick,
Lakeside,
Judy Mowatt,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Alice Coltrane,
Radio Birdman,
Boogie Down Productions,
Donny Hathaway,
Kas Product,
Danielle Patucci,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The New Christs,
The Stooges,
The Motions,
Motorama,
Chris & Cosey,
The Blackbyrds,
These Immortal Souls,
The Neon Judgement,
CMW,
Isaac Hayes,
The Buckinghams,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Von Mondo,
Black Sheep,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.