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 Georgia and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare 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 Crash Course in Science to the techno 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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 Royal Family And The Poor,
Eurythmics,
Lou Reed,
Chrome,
The Skatalites,
The Evens,
Heaven 17,
T. Rex,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tropical Tobacco,
Schoolly D,
Aural Exciters,
Babytalk,
Robert Görl,
Magazine,
Little Man,
Sixth Finger,
Robert Hood,
Maleditus Sound,
Boogie Down Productions,
Technova,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Zeros,
Wally Richardson,
The United States of America,
James White and The Blacks,
June Days,
Anthony Braxton,
Y Pants,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Amon Düül,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Newcleus,
Shoche,
Ten City,
Infiniti,
Barrington Levy,
Supertramp,
Bob Dylan,
John Cale,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Kinks,
The New Christs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Parry Music,
Television,
Dawn Penn,
Marc Almond,
Warsaw,
Nils Olav,
The Black Dice,
Warren Ellis,
Scrapy,
Agitation Free,
Kurtis Blow,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Leaves,
Susan Cadogan,
David McCallum,
Byron Stingily,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.