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 Croatia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Janne Schatter to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Sixth Finger,
Country Teasers,
Spoonie Gee,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Faust,
Khruangbin,
Neil Young,
Joensuu 1685,
Marc Almond,
Spandau Ballet,
Tomorrow,
The Grass Roots,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Davy DMX,
New Age Steppers,
Oblivians,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Masters at Work,
Essential Logic,
Delon & Dalcan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Brick,
Harpers Bizarre,
Connie Case,
Roger Hodgson,
Delta 5,
Sex Pistols,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Happenings,
Mandrill,
Al Stewart,
Cal Tjader,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Reagan Youth,
Suburban Knight,
Henry Cow,
Shuggie Otis,
Stiv Bators,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Monochrome Set,
Radio Birdman,
Swell Maps,
The Count Five,
Lou Christie,
Joey Negro,
Dark Day,
Infiniti,
Pierre Henry,
Danielle Patucci,
Derrick May,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fear,
Robert Görl,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Buckinghams,
Eden Ahbez,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Slits,
Nico,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.