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 Uzbekistan and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Black Dice to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Robert Wyatt,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Al Stewart,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fugazi,
Danielle Patucci,
The Monks,
The Moleskins,
Young Marble Giants,
The Five Americans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soul II Soul,
Minnie Riperton,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Slick Rick,
La Düsseldorf,
Pantaleimon,
The Red Krayola,
Deepchord,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Johnny Osbourne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fela Kuti,
Tres Demented,
Man Parrish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kerri Chandler,
Rotary Connection,
Jimmy McGriff,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fall,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nirvana,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Bananas,
The Moody Blues,
Quantec,
The Black Dice,
Average White Band,
The Cramps,
Sound Behaviour,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Smoke,
The Pretty Things,
Organ,
Swell Maps,
Public Enemy,
Bush Tetras,
UT,
Ice-T,
The Motions,
The Human League,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sight & Sound,
Niagra,
Subhumans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Barbara Tucker,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.