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 Finland and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ten City to the electroclash 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Todd Terry,
Lindisfarne,
X-101,
Drive Like Jehu,
Little Man,
Panda Bear,
The Trojans,
Depeche Mode,
Brick,
It's A Beautiful Day,
June Days,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Monks,
Slick Rick,
Television Personalities,
David McCallum,
The Moleskins,
Von Mondo,
KRS-One,
Urselle,
Marshall Jefferson,
Boredoms,
Harmonia,
Maurizio,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
X-102,
Crispian St. Peters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cluster,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Dirtbombs,
Michelle Simonal,
DNA,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gang of Four,
Accadde A,
The Standells,
The Grass Roots,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Peter & Gordon,
The Misunderstood,
John Holt,
The Litter,
Funkadelic,
The Cramps,
Angry Samoans,
The Pop Group,
John Lydon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Derrick May,
Infiniti,
the Germs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kayak,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.