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 Paraguay and from Bremen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Camouflage to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Outsiders,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Electric Prunes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Don Cherry,
Alice Coltrane,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
One Last Wish,
Spandau Ballet,
Neil Young,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cameo,
Public Image Ltd.,
In Retrospect,
Andrew Hill,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Saints,
Gabor Szabo,
Rites of Spring,
The Offenders,
Young Marble Giants,
Mr. Review,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Searchers,
Tom Boy,
Theoretical Girls,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fat Boys,
Isaac Hayes,
U.S. Maple,
Boogie Down Productions,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Brick,
Mo-Dettes,
The Angels of Light,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Johnny Clarke,
Surgeon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobby Byrd,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crash Course in Science,
Eve St. Jones,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Los Fastidios,
Howard Jones,
The Music Machine,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rufus Thomas,
Aaron Thompson,
Harmonia,
Talk Talk,
Iggy Pop,
the Slits,
Television Personalities,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Cale,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.