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 the UAE and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Birthday Party to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
the Human League,
Jandek,
Hot Snakes,
Mo-Dettes,
The Smoke,
Skaos,
Cal Tjader,
10cc,
Thompson Twins,
Eli Mardock,
Amazonics,
Nick Fraelich,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
World's Most,
Wings,
The Gladiators,
Interpol,
Traffic Nightmare,
Angry Samoans,
Colin Newman,
Grauzone,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Blake Baxter,
Das Ding,
Boz Scaggs,
Cheater Slicks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ronnie Foster,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Derrick May,
Electric Light Orchestra,
MDC,
Thee Headcoats,
Skarface,
Donald Byrd,
The Monks,
Organ,
Infiniti,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cameo,
The Real Kids,
Maurizio,
Sun City Girls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
June Days,
Connie Case,
Little Man,
PIL,
Kurtis Blow,
Gang of Four,
the Slits,
Anakelly,
Easy Going,
John Cale,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.