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 Iran and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord 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 Kool Moe Dee to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Donny Hathaway,
The Flesh Eaters,
Das Ding,
Black Sheep,
Moby Grape,
Tom Boy,
Sound Behaviour,
Sixth Finger,
Minutemen,
Spoonie Gee,
The Zeros,
Pylon,
DJ Sneak,
Deadbeat,
Country Teasers,
Mantronix,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
10cc,
The Cowsills,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Kinks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Deakin,
Dual Sessions,
8 Eyed Spy,
Babytalk,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ultra Naté,
Hoover,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Patti Smith,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Intrusion,
Boz Scaggs,
Todd Terry,
Black Moon,
Moss Icon,
Boredoms,
Marmalade,
La Düsseldorf,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Evens,
X-102,
The Move,
a-ha,
Absolute Body Control,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bill Near,
Los Fastidios,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Sonics,
Technova,
Scott Walker,
The Victims,
Quando Quango,
FM Einheit,
Robert Hood,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.