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 Guyana and from Salvador.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Delta 5,
Bronski Beat,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scrapy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gang of Four,
The Zeros,
Desert Stars,
Schoolly D,
Camouflage,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lalann,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Shuggie Otis,
Clear Light,
Dennis Brown,
Lou Christie,
Laurel Aitken,
The Residents,
Sonic Youth,
the Slits,
Vladislav Delay,
The Monks,
Brand Nubian,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Section 25,
Malaria!,
Bill Wells,
Bluetip,
Gerry Rafferty,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Sound,
Quadrant,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Bar-Kays,
Supertramp,
the Germs,
Moby Grape,
Easy Going,
Neil Young,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Das Ding,
Altered Images,
Boredoms,
Gang Starr,
The Barracudas,
Duran Duran,
Essential Logic,
The Star Department,
Rites of Spring,
New Age Steppers,
X-Ray Spex,
Albert Ayler,
The Angels of Light,
Flash Fearless,
Aloha Tigers,
Popol Vuh,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lebanon Hanover,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.