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 Senegal and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Country Teasers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Khruangbin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Cale,
Dorothy Ashby,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dark Day,
This Heat,
Rosa Yemen,
Johnny Clarke,
Deakin,
Yusef Lateef,
Max Romeo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Man Parrish,
Moss Icon,
Eric Copeland,
Hasil Adkins,
The J.B.'s,
Marvin Gaye,
Minutemen,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kool Moe Dee,
UT,
Harmonia,
Ultra Naté,
L. Decosne,
Roxy Music,
Faraquet,
The Skatalites,
Ice-T,
Derrick May,
Maurizio,
Sister Nancy,
World's Most,
Symarip,
Bill Wells,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Essential Logic,
Grey Daturas,
Sonic Youth,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marc Almond,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Detroit Cobras,
Circle Jerks,
Wally Richardson,
Technova,
The Names,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Todd Rundgren,
Dawn Penn,
Lower 48,
Bill Near,
Con Funk Shun,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Five Americans,
Suicide,
The Cramps,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.