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 Lithuania and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb 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 Cymande to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Terry Callier,
The Raincoats,
Minnie Riperton,
Mo-Dettes,
Fad Gadget,
Barrington Levy,
Swell Maps,
Laurel Aitken,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soul II Soul,
Nation of Ulysses,
Davy DMX,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Second Layer,
Popol Vuh,
Letta Mbulu,
Nico,
Black Sheep,
The Grass Roots,
Boogie Down Productions,
Camberwell Now,
Excepter,
Ronnie Foster,
Cymande,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Selecter,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sarah Menescal,
Crispy Ambulance,
Vainqueur,
Bill Wells,
Jerry's Kids,
Stockholm Monsters,
Erykah Badu,
Carl Craig,
Deepchord,
Fugazi,
Yusef Lateef,
the Bar-Kays,
X-Ray Spex,
Eddi Front,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joe Finger,
Easy Going,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Zero Boys,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Quantec,
Pere Ubu,
Basic Channel,
Mantronix,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Kinks,
The Trojans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Derrick Morgan,
Ultra Naté,
Gerry Rafferty,
Flamin' Groovies,
Oblivians,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.