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 Yemen and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Move to the rap 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Robert Görl,
Boredoms,
the Swans,
The Tremeloes,
Albert Ayler,
Rapeman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
OOIOO,
Flash Fearless,
U.S. Maple,
The Litter,
Chris Corsano,
Sister Nancy,
Cameo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Quantec,
The Pretty Things,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fuzztones,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Move,
Section 25,
Faust,
Tim Buckley,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crispy Ambulance,
Junior Murvin,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Byron Stingily,
Accadde A,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Flesh Eaters,
Technova,
The Young Rascals,
Supertramp,
Camouflage,
Judy Mowatt,
Mad Mike,
X-102,
Minny Pops,
Janne Schatter,
Lou Christie,
Qualms,
EPMD,
Public Enemy,
X-Ray Spex,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Mojo Men,
Kerrie Biddell,
The J.B.'s,
Toni Rubio,
Minor Threat,
Mission of Burma,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Dave Clark Five,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Barracudas,
Joyce Sims,
Patti Smith,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.