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 Congo and from Lagos.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Urselle 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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Derrick Morgan,
Fad Gadget,
Bush Tetras,
Boogie Down Productions,
Liliput,
Technova,
Brothers Johnson,
Mandrill,
The Last Poets,
Flipper,
Interpol,
Delta 5,
Cluster,
Sandy B,
R.M.O.,
Gichy Dan,
Television Personalities,
Jerry's Kids,
Ossler,
Lightning Bolt,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lindisfarne,
Henry Cow,
The Dead C,
Eli Mardock,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Porter Ricks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Smoke,
48th St. Collective,
Crooked Eye,
David Bowie,
Clear Light,
Donny Hathaway,
Underground Resistance,
Patti Smith,
Minutemen,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Soft Cell,
Moebius,
Youth Brigade,
U.S. Maple,
The Mojo Men,
Nico,
Jeff Mills,
John Holt,
Avey Tare,
The New Christs,
Stereo Dub,
The Cramps,
Tommy Roe,
Nation of Ulysses,
Flash Fearless,
Sister Nancy,
The Victims,
Spoonie Gee,
Carl Craig,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Moleskins,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.