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 Malawi 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Qualms to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Dennis Brown,
Electric Light Orchestra,
T. Rex,
Robert Hood,
Wally Richardson,
Wasted Youth,
Camberwell Now,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jeff Mills,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Boredoms,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
This Heat,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Popol Vuh,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Slits,
The Fortunes,
Letta Mbulu,
the Swans,
Sun Ra,
Pussy Galore,
Connie Case,
a-ha,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Quantec,
The Cure,
Cecil Taylor,
Spandau Ballet,
Vainqueur,
Swans,
Pere Ubu,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Dave Clark Five,
Susan Cadogan,
Gang of Four,
The Busters,
Animal Collective,
Ten City,
Pylon,
Toni Rubio,
Throbbing Gristle,
Make Up,
Procol Harum,
Bizarre Inc.,
Vladislav Delay,
Harpers Bizarre,
The United States of America,
Peter & Gordon,
Alton Ellis,
Rufus Thomas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Organ,
Deadbeat,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scott Walker,
Johnny Clarke,
The Black Dice,
Lou Reed,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.