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 Montenegro and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 James White and The Blacks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Smoke,
Stockholm Monsters,
Janne Schatter,
Scientists,
Barry Ungar,
The Velvet Underground,
Magazine,
Susan Cadogan,
Minutemen,
New Age Steppers,
Talk Talk,
Con Funk Shun,
Deakin,
Bluetip,
The Golliwogs,
The Divine Comedy,
Deepchord,
Quantec,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Mojo Men,
Piero Umiliani,
Chris Corsano,
Graham Central Station,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Coltrane,
Rapeman,
X-102,
Barrington Levy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Magma,
Dawn Penn,
June Days,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wally Richardson,
Rites of Spring,
Yellowson,
Cal Tjader,
Robert Wyatt,
Schoolly D,
Urselle,
The Zeros,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The American Breed,
Bobby Sherman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Victims,
Funkadelic,
Dark Day,
Leonard Cohen,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Blossom Toes,
Marvin Gaye,
Unrelated Segments,
Eve St. Jones,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Mummies,
Kas Product,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Pop Group,
Chrome,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.