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 Fiji and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar 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 Chrome to the techno 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Pole,
Ultra Naté,
Radio Birdman,
Ronnie Foster,
The Vogues,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pagans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Spoonie Gee,
Infiniti,
Eric Dolphy,
Johnny Osbourne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eddi Front,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobby Womack,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Panda Bear,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Swans,
Essential Logic,
Janne Schatter,
Anakelly,
F. McDonald,
Peter & Gordon,
Barry Ungar,
Marvin Gaye,
Youth Brigade,
Nico,
Crooked Eye,
Audionom,
Barbara Tucker,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Graham Central Station,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gang Green,
Ponytail,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
KRS-One,
Sam Rivers,
Heaven 17,
Unwound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marcia Griffiths,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
L. Decosne,
T.S.O.L.,
Hot Snakes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
MDC,
Technova,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crash Course in Science,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.