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 Mongolia and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Camouflage to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fugs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Malaria!,
Graham Central Station,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Funky Four + One,
Anakelly,
Skarface,
L. Decosne,
Fear,
Von Mondo,
Blancmange,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Supertramp,
Lou Reed,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Velvet Underground,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lightning Bolt,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Masters at Work,
Vainqueur,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Crash Course in Science,
Eddi Front,
Ohio Players,
The Saints,
Ituana,
Henry Cow,
Donald Byrd,
Lalo Schifrin,
Youth Brigade,
Delta 5,
Gregory Isaacs,
Television,
Glenn Branca,
Amon Düül,
Underground Resistance,
Albert Ayler,
UT,
Man Parrish,
The Fire Engines,
Slick Rick,
Simply Red,
Dawn Penn,
Ice-T,
Chris & Cosey,
The Durutti Column,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fugazi,
Blossom Toes,
Animal Collective,
Ornette Coleman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eurythmics,
Kurtis Blow,
Bill Wells,
Crime,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.