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 Bhutan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Eve St. Jones,
EPMD,
Ohio Players,
New Age Steppers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Section 25,
The Pop Group,
Boz Scaggs,
Brick,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Leonard Cohen,
Hashim,
The Sonics,
A Certain Ratio,
Sam Rivers,
Cal Tjader,
The Toasters,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Slackers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Country Teasers,
Robert Görl,
Robert Wyatt,
Yazoo,
Kayak,
Idris Muhammad,
Dual Sessions,
Pantytec,
Procol Harum,
Unwound,
Fela Kuti,
Minutemen,
Camberwell Now,
Warren Ellis,
Charles Mingus,
Spandau Ballet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Intrusion,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Slick Rick,
Black Sheep,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fugs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Carl Craig,
Fear,
The Young Rascals,
Buzzcocks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Terrestrial Tones,
Junior Murvin,
Graham Central Station,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Electric Prunes,
Harry Pussy,
Desert Stars,
Scott Walker,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.