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 Ukraine and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Television to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wake. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Jeff Lynne,
Thee Headcoats,
Moby Grape,
Nico,
Wally Richardson,
Crime,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Janne Schatter,
Dawn Penn,
Smog,
Dark Day,
Piero Umiliani,
X-102,
Barry Ungar,
Parry Music,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pussy Galore,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Modern Lovers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Das Ding,
Malaria!,
Joy Division,
KRS-One,
Eric Dolphy,
The Wake,
New Age Steppers,
Section 25,
Hasil Adkins,
Hashim,
Sam Rivers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nik Kershaw,
Sonic Youth,
Maleditus Sound,
Procol Harum,
The Move,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Loose Ends,
The Barracudas,
The Fortunes,
Ken Boothe,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tears for Fears,
Flipper,
Dave Gahan,
Banda Bassotti,
Livin' Joy,
The Monochrome Set,
Sound Behaviour,
Absolute Body Control,
Bob Dylan,
Pere Ubu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jerry's Kids,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.