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 El Salvador and from Stockholm.
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 Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Last Poets to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Clear Light,
Marc Almond,
Joensuu 1685,
The Gories,
Kas Product,
Soulsonic Force,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bluetip,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
This Heat,
The Fall,
Inner City,
B.T. Express,
In Retrospect,
the Fania All-Stars,
Symarip,
Black Moon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Brothers Johnson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mr. Review,
Sun City Girls,
a-ha,
Vladislav Delay,
New Age Steppers,
Little Man,
Faust,
Tommy Roe,
Sandy B,
Gichy Dan,
Oneida,
Lyres,
Y Pants,
The Names,
Patti Smith,
Gang Starr,
Con Funk Shun,
Buzzcocks,
Rosa Yemen,
OOIOO,
Bobby Byrd,
The Techniques,
Laurel Aitken,
The Dead C,
Ornette Coleman,
Rod Modell,
AZ,
Youth Brigade,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sight & Sound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dark Day,
Das Ding,
Lightning Bolt,
Stetsasonic,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.