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 Iceland and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Unrelated Segments to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
The Zeros,
Spandau Ballet,
The Standells,
Fear,
The Stooges,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Normal,
Roy Ayers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mark Hollis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Circle Jerks,
The Move,
Ohio Players,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fuzztones,
Lalann,
Interpol,
Quadrant,
Erasure,
James White and The Blacks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Byrd,
Joensuu 1685,
Suburban Knight,
Andrew Hill,
Glambeats Corp.,
U.S. Maple,
Yusef Lateef,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Todd Rundgren,
John Foxx,
The Associates,
Flipper,
Warren Ellis,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hot Snakes,
Pere Ubu,
Black Pus,
Scott Walker,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Newcleus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wings,
Sonic Youth,
Sister Nancy,
LL Cool J,
Slick Rick,
The Searchers,
The J.B.'s,
Procol Harum,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sight & Sound,
Roxette,
The Dave Clark Five,
Unwound,
Harry Pussy,
Surgeon,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.