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 Czech Republic and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Flamin' Groovies to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Zero Boys,
the Bar-Kays,
The Mojo Men,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eurythmics,
The Sonics,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Remains,
The Gap Band,
Eddi Front,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Avey Tare,
Lalann,
Rosa Yemen,
Archie Shepp,
Slave,
Duran Duran,
Reuben Wilson,
Joensuu 1685,
The Doors,
Television,
Clear Light,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scott Walker,
Lou Christie,
Lucky Dragons,
New Order,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Terry Callier,
Yellowson,
China Crisis,
Dual Sessions,
Sun Ra,
Gang Starr,
Urselle,
Von Mondo,
Hardrive,
DJ Sneak,
Scion,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Smog,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bootsy Collins,
Peter and Kerry,
Albert Ayler,
JFA,
Altered Images,
Wire,
Joe Smooth,
Popol Vuh,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Star Department,
X-Ray Spex,
La Düsseldorf,
Cymande,
Cal Tjader,
Warsaw,
Nils Olav,
The Five Americans,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.