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 Gambia and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Scion to the punk 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ituana,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fire Engines,
Blossom Toes,
Quadrant,
Can,
Amazonics,
Fat Boys,
Charles Mingus,
La Düsseldorf,
FM Einheit,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ultra Naté,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Outsiders,
Khruangbin,
Brand Nubian,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Foxx,
Agitation Free,
Faraquet,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rites of Spring,
T. Rex,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
AZ,
Robert Wyatt,
Curtis Mayfield,
David Axelrod,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sam Rivers,
Gang Green,
Eric Copeland,
Crooked Eye,
Bluetip,
Grey Daturas,
The Trojans,
Maleditus Sound,
Eurythmics,
Severed Heads,
Pantytec,
Loose Ends,
Easy Going,
K-Klass,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fugs,
Bobby Sherman,
Matthew Bourne,
Neu!,
The Victims,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dave Gahan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
MC5,
Monolake,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Slackers,
Subhumans,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.