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 Mozambique and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer 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 The Pretty Things to the grime 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Kurtis Blow,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Television,
Arab on Radar,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Slits,
Albert Ayler,
Rapeman,
The Remains,
Ten City,
Darondo,
Nils Olav,
Bauhaus,
Gabor Szabo,
Ohio Players,
The Pretty Things,
Dennis Brown,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sun City Girls,
The Motions,
Scientists,
Country Teasers,
Bronski Beat,
Donald Byrd,
Pulsallama,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Iggy Pop,
Bad Manners,
The Busters,
The Monks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dawn Penn,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lyres,
Niagra,
AZ,
Ken Boothe,
Jerry's Kids,
Electric Prunes,
Roxy Music,
Ludus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rosa Yemen,
Johnny Clarke,
The Neon Judgement,
Skaos,
Arcadia,
Joe Finger,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Zeros,
The Moleskins,
Altered Images,
Brick,
K-Klass,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Blake Baxter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Quantec,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.