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 Tuvalu and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Golliwogs to the crunk 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Lucky Dragons,
The Techniques,
Judy Mowatt,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Velvet Underground,
Peter and Kerry,
Bluetip,
The Count Five,
Bill Wells,
Skaos,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kas Product,
Half Japanese,
Michelle Simonal,
Drexciya,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Spandau Ballet,
Fatback Band,
The Offenders,
Desert Stars,
Donald Byrd,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wolf Eyes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
E-Dancer,
The Sonics,
Joyce Sims,
Prince Buster,
Bronski Beat,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Agent Orange,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Public Image Ltd.,
Trumans Water,
The Monochrome Set,
Cecil Taylor,
The Walker Brothers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Vladislav Delay,
The Blues Magoos,
Byron Stingily,
Depeche Mode,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mo-Dettes,
The Real Kids,
Flash Fearless,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Bananas,
Roy Ayers,
Erykah Badu,
The Selecter,
Rekid,
The Martian,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jeff Lynne,
Smog,
Anakelly,
K-Klass,
The Doobie Brothers,
Patti Smith,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.