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 Antigua and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 UT to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Sandy B,
Deadbeat,
Scientists,
The Moody Blues,
Basic Channel,
Kurtis Blow,
Desert Stars,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Sheep,
Lucky Dragons,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Selecter,
UT,
Piero Umiliani,
Hasil Adkins,
Pharoah Sanders,
Oblivians,
Yazoo,
The Dead C,
Los Fastidios,
Organ,
Essential Logic,
Fad Gadget,
A Certain Ratio,
the Soft Cell,
Lungfish,
Silicon Teens,
Gastr Del Sol,
London Community Gospel Choir,
cv313,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Zeros,
The Gories,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Section 25,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Juan Atkins,
Lalann,
The Neon Judgement,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tim Buckley,
The Remains,
Symarip,
Charles Mingus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joy Division,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Peter & Gordon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
10cc,
Index,
Steve Hackett,
Saccharine Trust,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.