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 Colombia and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator 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 Sixth Finger to the electroclash 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Jeff Lynne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Birthday Party,
The Offenders,
Brass Construction,
the Normal,
Fluxion,
John Foxx,
Yazoo,
Iggy Pop,
Flash Fearless,
Gang Green,
Smog,
Black Bananas,
John Coltrane,
Massinfluence,
New York Dolls,
Joey Negro,
Popol Vuh,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Electric Prunes,
Arab on Radar,
Heaven 17,
Swell Maps,
Shuggie Otis,
Groovy Waters,
Spoonie Gee,
OOIOO,
48th St. Collective,
One Last Wish,
The Sound,
The Fortunes,
The Selecter,
Chris & Cosey,
The Misunderstood,
China Crisis,
Lebanon Hanover,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jacob Miller,
Main Source,
Ossler,
Suburban Knight,
Faust,
Warren Ellis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Max Romeo,
Rekid,
Simply Red,
The Monks,
Magma,
A Certain Ratio,
F. McDonald,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dark Day,
Robert Wyatt,
Masters at Work,
Zero Boys,
The Gories,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.