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 Laos and from Accra.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Radiohead to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Crash Course in Science,
Lou Christie,
Agent Orange,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Half Japanese,
China Crisis,
Sällskapet,
The Gap Band,
Josef K,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Heaven 17,
Byron Stingily,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cybotron,
Eric Copeland,
Nation of Ulysses,
Franke,
Cameo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Quando Quango,
Suicide,
Wolf Eyes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mandrill,
Pulsallama,
R.M.O.,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scan 7,
Sonic Youth,
Black Bananas,
Alison Limerick,
Sandy B,
Das Ding,
Index,
Grey Daturas,
Oneida,
Newcleus,
One Last Wish,
Main Source,
Patti Smith,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ultimate Spinach,
DJ Sneak,
Goldenarms,
Spandau Ballet,
Basic Channel,
Vainqueur,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Walker Brothers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Underground Resistance,
Jeff Mills,
Scratch Acid,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lindisfarne,
Andrew Hill,
Little Man,
Connie Case,
Radiohead,
Archie Shepp,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.