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 Pakistan and from Delhi.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum 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 Slick Rick to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Cymande,
The Vogues,
The Moleskins,
Animal Collective,
Ten City,
Drexciya,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dead Boys,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
ABC,
Al Stewart,
Brand Nubian,
Radiopuhelimet,
Danielle Patucci,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Cramps,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Essential Logic,
Cluster,
Faraquet,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Doors,
Newcleus,
Au Pairs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Piero Umiliani,
New Order,
Banda Bassotti,
Sonny Sharrock,
Don Cherry,
Josef K,
Minnie Riperton,
La Düsseldorf,
The Modern Lovers,
Grauzone,
Swans,
The Trojans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cecil Taylor,
Albert Ayler,
Gong,
A Certain Ratio,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sandy B,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sarah Menescal,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Procol Harum,
Arab on Radar,
Minny Pops,
Porter Ricks,
Toni Rubio,
Pagans,
Kas Product,
the Normal,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.