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 Hungary and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum 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 Litter to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Buzzcocks,
Erykah Badu,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tomorrow,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joe Finger,
Infiniti,
Kaleidoscope,
Boz Scaggs,
Todd Rundgren,
David McCallum,
Mr. Review,
Crispian St. Peters,
Terry Callier,
Brothers Johnson,
Henry Cow,
The Stooges,
Sonic Youth,
Harmonia,
Faust,
Gang Green,
Altered Images,
Khruangbin,
Ralphi Rosario,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Quando Quango,
Anakelly,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Coltrane,
Dead Boys,
Fugazi,
Ohio Players,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Evens,
the Association,
Mission of Burma,
Sandy B,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
H. Thieme,
The Beau Brummels,
Man Parrish,
Tommy Roe,
Robert Görl,
Fifty Foot Hose,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Slackers,
The Modern Lovers,
The Trojans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joyce Sims,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Derrick May,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scrapy,
Lindisfarne,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.