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 Austria and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Flash Fearless,
John Cale,
Janne Schatter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Gap Band,
K-Klass,
Arcadia,
Colin Newman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gerry Rafferty,
Shoche,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Harpers Bizarre,
Byron Stingily,
Roy Ayers,
Dark Day,
It's A Beautiful Day,
David Bowie,
Eric Dolphy,
John Foxx,
Absolute Body Control,
The Invisible,
Saccharine Trust,
Jacques Brel,
Kerri Chandler,
Make Up,
The Saints,
The Techniques,
Bush Tetras,
New York Dolls,
Steve Hackett,
Kool Moe Dee,
Little Man,
The Slits,
Lightning Bolt,
The Gladiators,
The Barracudas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Grauzone,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fuzztones,
Bill Wells,
Sällskapet,
These Immortal Souls,
The Smiths,
Bauhaus,
Motorama,
The Monochrome Set,
Gastr Del Sol,
Maleditus Sound,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pulsallama,
Bill Near,
Clear Light,
Radio Birdman,
Public Enemy,
Skarface,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sound Behaviour,
The Last Poets,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.