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 Poland 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro 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 Khruangbin to the rock 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rites of Spring,
Little Man,
Wolf Eyes,
Kaleidoscope,
Alton Ellis,
Buzzcocks,
Au Pairs,
John Lydon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Electric Prunes,
Second Layer,
Rekid,
FM Einheit,
Slave,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jeff Mills,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Qualms,
Bobby Sherman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Donny Hathaway,
a-ha,
Bobby Womack,
This Heat,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dead Boys,
The Human League,
The Standells,
The Gun Club,
Sparks,
Sound Behaviour,
Blossom Toes,
Gong,
Nik Kershaw,
Supertramp,
Stetsasonic,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Peter & Gordon,
Dawn Penn,
ABC,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Can,
Depeche Mode,
Delon & Dalcan,
Josef K,
Ludus,
Scion,
Eric Dolphy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Masters at Work,
Lebanon Hanover,
Moby Grape,
Davy DMX,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.