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 Korea North and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pagans to the rap 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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Scott Walker,
Fela Kuti,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brass Construction,
Pulsallama,
Wings,
Pussy Galore,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Janne Schatter,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Reagan Youth,
Los Fastidios,
Derrick Morgan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Peter and Kerry,
Y Pants,
Shuggie Otis,
Severed Heads,
Swans,
Talk Talk,
The Neon Judgement,
Rosa Yemen,
Dual Sessions,
R.M.O.,
Desert Stars,
Dark Day,
Goldenarms,
The American Breed,
The Five Americans,
The Seeds,
Monolake,
Technova,
Black Sheep,
The Monks,
Tubeway Army,
Joey Negro,
Television Personalities,
AZ,
Lalann,
Arthur Verocai,
Junior Murvin,
Radio Birdman,
Andrew Hill,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Bananas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Saccharine Trust,
L. Decosne,
Nas,
Joe Finger,
The Count Five,
The Fugs,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Angels of Light,
The Gun Club,
Robert Görl,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marine Girls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.