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 Fiji and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 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 Radiohead to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Essential Logic,
The Blues Magoos,
Gastr Del Sol,
Neu!,
Los Fastidios,
The J.B.'s,
The New Christs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Idris Muhammad,
Silicon Teens,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nick Fraelich,
Babytalk,
Agitation Free,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kurtis Blow,
Cymande,
Hasil Adkins,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
D'Angelo,
Suburban Knight,
Byron Stingily,
Minny Pops,
Flipper,
The Barracudas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Groovy Waters,
The Raincoats,
Intrusion,
Monks,
Echospace,
Albert Ayler,
Stereo Dub,
This Heat,
Marvin Gaye,
Eden Ahbez,
Symarip,
Organ,
The Durutti Column,
Patti Smith,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Roxy Music,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Robert Görl,
The Mummies,
Arthur Verocai,
Thee Headcoats,
Piero Umiliani,
Scan 7,
Goldenarms,
Kas Product,
Black Sheep,
Cameo,
In Retrospect,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.