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 Bolivia and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Rufus Thomas to the disco 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Kas Product,
Fluxion,
Lebanon Hanover,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Average White Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Human League,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Cowsills,
Soft Cell,
Tomorrow,
The Invisible,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cal Tjader,
The Pretty Things,
Lee Hazlewood,
Blake Baxter,
Todd Terry,
Sällskapet,
Agitation Free,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Saints,
Cameo,
Roxette,
The Electric Prunes,
cv313,
Marshall Jefferson,
Erykah Badu,
Suburban Knight,
Organ,
Anthony Braxton,
Dawn Penn,
Sight & Sound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Youth Brigade,
Ultra Naté,
Gong,
Rites of Spring,
Slave,
Lindisfarne,
Roxy Music,
Crispian St. Peters,
Inner City,
Robert Wyatt,
Wasted Youth,
Tropical Tobacco,
Josef K,
Pantaleimon,
The New Christs,
Subhumans,
Yusef Lateef,
Sun City Girls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Deakin,
Sugar Minott,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Skarface,
Harry Pussy,
The Litter,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.