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 Uruguay and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 EPMD to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Derrick May,
Dennis Brown,
Scan 7,
Q65,
Iggy Pop,
Bauhaus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Robert Wyatt,
Cymande,
The New Christs,
Tubeway Army,
Interpol,
Michelle Simonal,
The Flesh Eaters,
Newcleus,
The Seeds,
Reuben Wilson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mark Hollis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tears for Fears,
The Count Five,
10cc,
Groovy Waters,
Pagans,
Suburban Knight,
The Mojo Men,
Negative Approach,
Panda Bear,
John Coltrane,
Camberwell Now,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Cramps,
The Golliwogs,
Juan Atkins,
Grauzone,
The Martian,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
a-ha,
Minutemen,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Delta 5,
LL Cool J,
New Order,
Josef K,
Minny Pops,
Talk Talk,
Colin Newman,
kango's stein massive,
Oneida,
Half Japanese,
The Stooges,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hot Snakes,
Yusef Lateef,
Sister Nancy,
Jeff Lynne,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.