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 Bahamas and from Manila.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Suburban Knight to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Heaven 17,
Inner City,
Moby Grape,
Kerri Chandler,
Mandrill,
Roxette,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Spoonie Gee,
David McCallum,
Young Marble Giants,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Neon Judgement,
Minny Pops,
Man Parrish,
Lou Christie,
Khruangbin,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Terry Callier,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Urselle,
Rhythm & Sound,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nas,
Panda Bear,
Junior Murvin,
Jandek,
Joe Finger,
Con Funk Shun,
Ornette Coleman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Smog,
Pagans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cameo,
Rotary Connection,
Brand Nubian,
Mo-Dettes,
Derrick Morgan,
Hashim,
Arcadia,
Average White Band,
48th St. Collective,
Funkadelic,
Youth Brigade,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eve St. Jones,
Sandy B,
John Coltrane,
Altered Images,
The Fugs,
Radio Birdman,
Ludus,
Ohio Players,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Big Daddy Kane,
Camberwell Now,
New York Dolls,
Drive Like Jehu,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.