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 Ivory Coast 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet 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 CMW to the grunge 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lebanon Hanover,
X-102,
Scion,
Terry Callier,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Laurel Aitken,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gang Starr,
The Doors,
Wings,
Loose Ends,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sonic Youth,
Rekid,
Q65,
Shoche,
Archie Shepp,
The Busters,
Derrick May,
Warren Ellis,
The Stooges,
Absolute Body Control,
Audionom,
Joe Smooth,
Henry Cow,
Iggy Pop,
DJ Style,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lou Reed,
the Soft Cell,
Grey Daturas,
Darondo,
Lindisfarne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Robert Görl,
Ken Boothe,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rufus Thomas,
Lower 48,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Quando Quango,
The Vogues,
Scan 7,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Radiohead,
Massinfluence,
Wally Richardson,
One Last Wish,
Rosa Yemen,
Visage,
Pere Ubu,
U.S. Maple,
Piero Umiliani,
The Remains,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Minny Pops,
The Saints,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.