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 Syria and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon 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 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 Pulsallama to the funk 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gregory Isaacs,
Sarah Menescal,
PIL,
Don Cherry,
Television,
John Coltrane,
Alison Limerick,
Heaven 17,
Derrick Morgan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Walker Brothers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Animal Collective,
JFA,
John Foxx,
Camberwell Now,
Quadrant,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Saccharine Trust,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bronski Beat,
Kerrie Biddell,
Althea and Donna,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Massinfluence,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Brass Construction,
Roger Hodgson,
Scientists,
Wolf Eyes,
Metal Thangz,
Underground Resistance,
Skriet,
The Gap Band,
Gang of Four,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Monks,
Dave Gahan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
cv313,
Bobby Sherman,
Jeff Lynne,
Donny Hathaway,
Grauzone,
Infiniti,
Urselle,
The Cramps,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nation of Ulysses,
L. Decosne,
The United States of America,
The Busters,
Piero Umiliani,
Jeff Mills,
Outsiders,
Arthur Verocai,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Grass Roots,
Peter and Kerry,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.