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 Nauru and from Calgary.
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 Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jesper Dahlback to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Theoretical Girls,
The Sonics,
Moebius,
Fluxion,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Angels of Light,
Mantronix,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Stockholm Monsters,
Judy Mowatt,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cheater Slicks,
Motorama,
Darondo,
Crooked Eye,
John Coltrane,
Smog,
World's Most,
Drexciya,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Todd Terry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Zero Boys,
Carl Craig,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
ABC,
AZ,
Cal Tjader,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Oblivians,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pantaleimon,
Ronan,
Radio Birdman,
Gichy Dan,
Stiv Bators,
Marine Girls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Offenders,
The Evens,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Red Krayola,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Althea and Donna,
John Foxx,
Los Fastidios,
Buzzcocks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rites of Spring,
Excepter,
R.M.O.,
Anthony Braxton,
Janne Schatter,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.