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 France and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Nation of Ulysses to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Liliput,
Suicide,
LL Cool J,
Morten Harket,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Isaac Hayes,
The Busters,
Ituana,
Ice-T,
Bauhaus,
D'Angelo,
A Certain Ratio,
Sun City Girls,
Q65,
Anakelly,
New Order,
Boogie Down Productions,
Aaron Thompson,
Barbara Tucker,
The Real Kids,
DJ Style,
E-Dancer,
Arcadia,
Gichy Dan,
T. Rex,
Rapeman,
Pharoah Sanders,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gabor Szabo,
Negative Approach,
The Black Dice,
Brothers Johnson,
Howard Jones,
Pagans,
Eli Mardock,
Erasure,
CMW,
Interpol,
the Slits,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Bananas,
Avey Tare,
Bootsy Collins,
Nas,
Stereo Dub,
Anthony Braxton,
Circle Jerks,
H. Thieme,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Schoolly D,
Nico,
Bill Wells,
Cecil Taylor,
JFA,
Gil Scott Heron,
Skaos,
Arab on Radar,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Searchers,
One Last Wish,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.