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 Algeria and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Yaz to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
The Fuzztones,
Electric Prunes,
Index,
Suburban Knight,
Scratch Acid,
Surgeon,
Magazine,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cheater Slicks,
The Real Kids,
Young Marble Giants,
Jawbox,
Spoonie Gee,
U.S. Maple,
Agent Orange,
Adolescents,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Leaves,
This Heat,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sandy B,
PIL,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Sound,
Mars,
Infiniti,
Ultra Naté,
Lakeside,
John Coltrane,
Moebius,
Soulsonic Force,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Susan Cadogan,
OOIOO,
Sun Ra,
Big Daddy Kane,
Swell Maps,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Metal Thangz,
Scott Walker,
Black Bananas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fela Kuti,
Yaz,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Model 500,
The Sisters of Mercy,
K-Klass,
The United States of America,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marcia Griffiths,
Echospace,
Sam Rivers,
Rod Modell,
The Smiths,
The Human League,
kango's stein massive,
Basic Channel,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.