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 Turkey and from Manila.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Basic Channel to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mandrill,
K-Klass,
Magazine,
Radio Birdman,
Supertramp,
The Velvet Underground,
Cheater Slicks,
Todd Terry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Moody Blues,
Newcleus,
Das Ding,
Amon Düül II,
This Heat,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Qualms,
The Fall,
The Skatalites,
Fugazi,
The Toasters,
Joe Finger,
The Fortunes,
Visage,
Gichy Dan,
Japan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Neu!,
Interpol,
Goldenarms,
The Techniques,
Yellowson,
David Axelrod,
Andrew Hill,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Busters,
The Wake,
Nik Kershaw,
Josef K,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Isaac Hayes,
Boz Scaggs,
Morten Harket,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bronski Beat,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Iggy Pop,
Bootsy Collins,
Lee Hazlewood,
Von Mondo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fluxion,
The Standells,
Kool Moe Dee,
Loose Ends,
Blake Baxter,
Arthur Verocai,
The Doobie Brothers,
Grey Daturas,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.