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 Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 The Techniques to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
KRS-One,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kurtis Blow,
Bob Dylan,
The Last Poets,
The Invisible,
Cymande,
The Red Krayola,
Moebius,
Bobby Byrd,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Zero Boys,
The Sound,
Echospace,
Don Cherry,
Camberwell Now,
Yusef Lateef,
Robert Wyatt,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Amon Düül II,
Gerry Rafferty,
Procol Harum,
Johnny Osbourne,
Skarface,
Desert Stars,
The Martian,
The Real Kids,
Henry Cow,
Gabor Szabo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Babytalk,
Girls At Our Best!,
Motorama,
Joe Finger,
The Searchers,
Thee Headcoats,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bad Manners,
Patti Smith,
The Divine Comedy,
A Certain Ratio,
Bang On A Can,
Idris Muhammad,
The Offenders,
Lebanon Hanover,
World's Most,
The Tremeloes,
Icehouse,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dead Boys,
Dual Sessions,
Suicide,
Groovy Waters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
ABBA,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
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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.