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 Argentina and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tropical Tobacco to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Blancmange,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lalann,
James White and The Blacks,
Ice-T,
Lou Reed,
Albert Ayler,
Saccharine Trust,
Faraquet,
Drexciya,
Fear,
Kayak,
The Kinks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joy Division,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
KRS-One,
Morten Harket,
T.S.O.L.,
The Move,
MC5,
Sonic Youth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lindisfarne,
OOIOO,
Stiv Bators,
Deepchord,
the Association,
Television,
Arcadia,
Moby Grape,
Byron Stingily,
Davy DMX,
Arab on Radar,
Agitation Free,
Robert Hood,
Ornette Coleman,
Susan Cadogan,
Ultra Naté,
The Cramps,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Golliwogs,
Peter & Gordon,
Avey Tare,
Black Sheep,
Darondo,
Joey Negro,
The United States of America,
The Techniques,
Sandy B,
Flash Fearless,
Liliput,
Radiopuhelimet,
Porter Ricks,
Young Marble Giants,
Silicon Teens,
Ten City,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.