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 Canada and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Robert Hood to the disco 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
David Axelrod,
Ronnie Foster,
Stockholm Monsters,
David McCallum,
Alison Limerick,
The Saints,
Gang of Four,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Donald Byrd,
Yaz,
Dead Boys,
Deakin,
Barclay James Harvest,
Whodini,
Jimmy McGriff,
Minnie Riperton,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fluxion,
Section 25,
Don Cherry,
The Associates,
The Offenders,
Procol Harum,
Robert Görl,
Magma,
Unrelated Segments,
Amon Düül,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Faust,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lightning Bolt,
Boogie Down Productions,
R.M.O.,
The Litter,
Eurythmics,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cybotron,
Delta 5,
Stetsasonic,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ohio Players,
The Pretty Things,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sun City Girls,
Traffic Nightmare,
H. Thieme,
Isaac Hayes,
Kerri Chandler,
Peter and Kerry,
Rites of Spring,
Funkadelic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Cale,
Letta Mbulu,
the Sonics,
Metal Thangz,
Icehouse,
Amazonics,
Zapp,
Rufus Thomas,
Blake Baxter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.