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 Switzerland and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dark Day to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Spoonie Gee,
Donny Hathaway,
Wire,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Clear Light,
Mandrill,
the Sonics,
Blake Baxter,
The Trojans,
Brass Construction,
Sparks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Slits,
Dennis Brown,
Mo-Dettes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rapeman,
Pere Ubu,
Negative Approach,
Alice Coltrane,
Kaleidoscope,
Bang On A Can,
Jacob Miller,
Schoolly D,
Faraquet,
Vladislav Delay,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nils Olav,
Saccharine Trust,
Nick Fraelich,
Harry Pussy,
Gong,
The Monks,
Adolescents,
John Coltrane,
The Fortunes,
Vainqueur,
Scott Walker,
Aloha Tigers,
The Red Krayola,
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Womack,
Drive Like Jehu,
Monolake,
Michelle Simonal,
Sonny Sharrock,
La Düsseldorf,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jeff Lynne,
Amazonics,
The Residents,
Wasted Youth,
Amon Düül,
Jandek,
Jimmy McGriff,
Man Parrish,
The Neon Judgement,
Procol Harum,
Neu!,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.