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 Argentina and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare 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 The Cowsills to the disco 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Delta 5,
The Five Americans,
Q and Not U,
U.S. Maple,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Neil Young,
Roger Hodgson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Durutti Column,
Eric Dolphy,
Erykah Badu,
Thee Headcoats,
Bob Dylan,
Franke,
Joy Division,
Altered Images,
Flash Fearless,
Gerry Rafferty,
Quadrant,
The Buckinghams,
D'Angelo,
T. Rex,
The Fuzztones,
Rod Modell,
Heaven 17,
Nils Olav,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Patti Smith,
Newcleus,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Residents,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gang of Four,
the Soft Cell,
Audionom,
Johnny Clarke,
Mantronix,
Fugazi,
Isaac Hayes,
Brand Nubian,
Television Personalities,
The Remains,
Scott Walker,
Grauzone,
The Associates,
the Sonics,
The Skatalites,
L. Decosne,
Harry Pussy,
Soulsonic Force,
Tom Boy,
B.T. Express,
The Black Dice,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Babytalk,
Carl Craig,
Bobby Byrd,
Derrick May,
Public Enemy,
The Kinks,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.