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 South Sudan and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the grime 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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
The Angels of Light,
Mantronix,
Joe Smooth,
Todd Terry,
Pussy Galore,
Bobby Womack,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joey Negro,
The Vogues,
Monks,
Con Funk Shun,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joensuu 1685,
Icehouse,
The Divine Comedy,
Todd Rundgren,
The Sonics,
Glambeats Corp.,
Skriet,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tom Boy,
Severed Heads,
Albert Ayler,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Quando Quango,
Pylon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pulsallama,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
L. Decosne,
Camouflage,
The Mojo Men,
Ash Ra Tempel,
These Immortal Souls,
Fear,
Matthew Bourne,
the Association,
The Residents,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jacob Miller,
Roxette,
The Birthday Party,
The Stooges,
MC5,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fugs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Main Source,
Man Eating Sloth,
Quadrant,
Cybotron,
Unrelated Segments,
Agitation Free,
Connie Case,
Lakeside,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.