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 Laos and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jesper Dahlback to the punk 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ituana,
Sun City Girls,
Freddie Wadling,
The Trojans,
Cheater Slicks,
Tommy Roe,
PIL,
Deakin,
Sandy B,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Peter & Gordon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Franke,
Drive Like Jehu,
David Axelrod,
Joensuu 1685,
Sixth Finger,
The Names,
Arthur Verocai,
Public Image Ltd.,
DJ Sneak,
Quando Quango,
Rapeman,
Trumans Water,
Alton Ellis,
the Human League,
John Holt,
John Foxx,
Jeff Lynne,
Terry Callier,
Hasil Adkins,
The Beau Brummels,
Judy Mowatt,
Roy Ayers,
Fugazi,
Sight & Sound,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lou Reed,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crash Course in Science,
Tom Boy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Monolake,
Crispian St. Peters,
In Retrospect,
Jacob Miller,
The Shadows of Knight,
Aloha Tigers,
Electric Prunes,
Pylon,
Barrington Levy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Davy DMX,
Cymande,
Funky Four + One,
Morten Harket,
June Days,
ABC,
Pole,
Archie Shepp,
DJ Style,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.