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 Egypt and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Cal Tjader to the funk 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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Unwound,
Max Romeo,
The Fuzztones,
Basic Channel,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wolf Eyes,
Warren Ellis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
This Heat,
Crooked Eye,
Cameo,
Bad Manners,
The Electric Prunes,
The Cure,
Colin Newman,
Fear,
The Toasters,
Robert Görl,
Little Man,
Brass Construction,
Fad Gadget,
Masters at Work,
Fela Kuti,
Underground Resistance,
Donny Hathaway,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roxette,
Khruangbin,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tubeway Army,
Ralphi Rosario,
Quadrant,
Gregory Isaacs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Danielle Patucci,
U.S. Maple,
Minutemen,
Yazoo,
Tomorrow,
The Dead C,
Laurel Aitken,
Ituana,
Swans,
Jandek,
Patti Smith,
Aural Exciters,
Heaven 17,
Glenn Branca,
Black Sheep,
The Motions,
Crime,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marc Almond,
John Holt,
Ken Boothe,
Bill Near,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.