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 Burkina and from New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Camberwell Now to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Magma,
Girls At Our Best!,
Stetsasonic,
The Dead C,
Pere Ubu,
Bizarre Inc.,
Livin' Joy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Con Funk Shun,
Newcleus,
the Bar-Kays,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Peter and Kerry,
Guru Guru,
Freddie Wadling,
Yaz,
Rakim,
Harmonia,
Junior Murvin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mad Mike,
Deakin,
Altered Images,
Zero Boys,
The New Christs,
Harpers Bizarre,
The J.B.'s,
The Durutti Column,
Vainqueur,
June of 44,
Malaria!,
Procol Harum,
Wire,
Angry Samoans,
Bobby Sherman,
Silicon Teens,
Tres Demented,
Cymande,
The Standells,
Lower 48,
The Kinks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Q and Not U,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Neon Judgement,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cameo,
Liliput,
A Certain Ratio,
Grauzone,
Subhumans,
Michelle Simonal,
Zapp,
The Vogues,
Henry Cow,
The Cowsills,
Drexciya,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.