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 Guinea and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Eric Copeland to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
B.T. Express,
Quadrant,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jacob Miller,
The Divine Comedy,
Peter and Kerry,
Agent Orange,
Neil Young,
Mission of Burma,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Vogues,
Dennis Brown,
Marcia Griffiths,
Brick,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tubeway Army,
Newcleus,
Yaz,
Nils Olav,
The Dead C,
This Heat,
Pantaleimon,
Lungfish,
Franke,
Aural Exciters,
Lightning Bolt,
Icehouse,
Alison Limerick,
a-ha,
Cymande,
The American Breed,
Japan,
The New Christs,
Cheater Slicks,
Panda Bear,
Wolf Eyes,
The Birthday Party,
Patti Smith,
Minutemen,
The Leaves,
Barbara Tucker,
The Toasters,
The Buckinghams,
Animal Collective,
Rod Modell,
Arcadia,
Deadbeat,
H. Thieme,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Public Enemy,
Moby Grape,
Roger Hodgson,
Sarah Menescal,
Bauhaus,
Eve St. Jones,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.