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 Belarus and from Salvador.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Vainqueur to the funk 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Mark Hollis,
The Misunderstood,
Patti Smith,
Ice-T,
Rotary Connection,
Lou Christie,
Bobby Womack,
Mary Jane Girls,
Can,
the Swans,
Neil Young,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Motorama,
The Victims,
Sparks,
Dennis Brown,
Frankie Knuckles,
Danielle Patucci,
Maleditus Sound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Harmonia,
The Standells,
Monolake,
The Techniques,
the Germs,
Subhumans,
Sun City Girls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Little Man,
Minny Pops,
Davy DMX,
Carl Craig,
Clear Light,
ABBA,
Flipper,
Deepchord,
Unwound,
Faraquet,
Bob Dylan,
Anthony Braxton,
Brick,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Josef K,
The Angels of Light,
Reagan Youth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Alphaville,
AZ,
Mission of Burma,
Mandrill,
Ten City,
Hardrive,
D'Angelo,
The Names,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The United States of America,
The Gun Club,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.