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 Jamaica and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Human League to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Litter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Flash Fearless,
Grauzone,
The Index,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Colin Newman,
Isaac Hayes,
The Blues Magoos,
X-102,
Wasted Youth,
Pierre Henry,
Jerry's Kids,
EPMD,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Standells,
Television,
Jacob Miller,
Scrapy,
Main Source,
China Crisis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sun Ra,
Suburban Knight,
Stiv Bators,
Throbbing Gristle,
JFA,
Moby Grape,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Liliput,
The Golliwogs,
X-101,
The Saints,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gap Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Siglo XX,
Ultravox,
John Foxx,
The Dirtbombs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
a-ha,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mark Hollis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Electric Prunes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Minutemen,
Kas Product,
Absolute Body Control,
Sex Pistols,
La Düsseldorf,
Wolf Eyes,
Accadde A,
The Moleskins,
Au Pairs,
John Coltrane,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.