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 Sierra Leone and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Sound to the grime 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Roger Hodgson,
Circle Jerks,
Make Up,
Boredoms,
Archie Shepp,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Monks,
Fear,
Johnny Osbourne,
Alphaville,
Fluxion,
Piero Umiliani,
Hoover,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Vogues,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ice-T,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Wake,
Rites of Spring,
Panda Bear,
Lou Christie,
Patti Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Skaos,
Television,
Soul Sonic Force,
Con Funk Shun,
AZ,
Symarip,
Los Fastidios,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Human League,
Grey Daturas,
Peter & Gordon,
The Walker Brothers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Remains,
Fugazi,
Mars,
Tim Buckley,
The Knickerbockers,
Loose Ends,
DJ Sneak,
Todd Terry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Barracudas,
LL Cool J,
Altered Images,
Rakim,
Icehouse,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Derrick May,
Supertramp,
Mr. Review,
Schoolly D,
Cluster,
Anakelly,
the Slits,
The Buckinghams,
Eve St. Jones,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.