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 Cyprus and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Kinks to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
DJ Style,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Little Man,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Byron Stingily,
Siglo XX,
Archie Shepp,
Aaron Thompson,
The Five Americans,
Sugar Minott,
Thompson Twins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Toni Rubio,
Soul II Soul,
Junior Murvin,
Black Moon,
Terry Callier,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Infiniti,
Average White Band,
Tommy Roe,
Porter Ricks,
The Human League,
David McCallum,
Eric Dolphy,
Minnie Riperton,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Goldenarms,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sarah Menescal,
Roxy Music,
The Stooges,
Matthew Bourne,
Agent Orange,
Wolf Eyes,
Alice Coltrane,
PIL,
Sound Behaviour,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Television,
The Modern Lovers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
T. Rex,
The Invisible,
Amon Düül II,
Alphaville,
Moby Grape,
Von Mondo,
Davy DMX,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Yaz,
Hashim,
The Techniques,
Swell Maps,
Letta Mbulu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Real Kids,
Visage,
Andrew Hill,
Shoche,
The Sound,
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.