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 Tajikistan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 Eve St. Jones to the disco 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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Avey Tare,
Jeru the Damaja,
London Community Gospel Choir,
A Certain Ratio,
The Dead C,
Amazonics,
Grey Daturas,
Wire,
Colin Newman,
Rod Modell,
Frankie Knuckles,
Matthew Bourne,
Marvin Gaye,
The Techniques,
Chrome,
Crime,
Moby Grape,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Oblivians,
OOIOO,
Von Mondo,
Fad Gadget,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Velvet Underground,
Tommy Roe,
China Crisis,
The Buckinghams,
Banda Bassotti,
Soul II Soul,
Scion,
Adolescents,
Spoonie Gee,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Maurizio,
Young Marble Giants,
Harmonia,
The Cramps,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Busters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Blancmange,
Delta 5,
Mark Hollis,
Rotary Connection,
Hasil Adkins,
Sugar Minott,
Cheater Slicks,
Grandmaster Flash,
June of 44,
Goldenarms,
The Pretty Things,
Fear,
Henry Cow,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roxy Music,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.