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 Costa Rica 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Tommy Roe to the dance 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Gong,
Todd Terry,
Panda Bear,
The Red Krayola,
Al Stewart,
Accadde A,
Mandrill,
Simply Red,
Goldenarms,
Jeff Lynne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Man Parrish,
David McCallum,
F. McDonald,
The Remains,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Los Fastidios,
Maurizio,
The Velvet Underground,
Can,
Drexciya,
The Count Five,
Howard Jones,
Visage,
Kayak,
The Gories,
Scott Walker,
Cal Tjader,
Bobby Sherman,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Basic Channel,
This Heat,
The Neon Judgement,
Skriet,
The Young Rascals,
Bizarre Inc.,
Robert Wyatt,
The Skatalites,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Grass Roots,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
DJ Style,
Magma,
Skarface,
the Swans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Harry Pussy,
Alphaville,
Second Layer,
Juan Atkins,
Yellowson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Selecter,
The Zeros,
Grey Daturas,
June of 44,
Albert Ayler,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Litter,
The Wake,
Andrew Hill,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.