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 Brazil and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 This Heat to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Bluetip,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Quadrant,
Fugazi,
Yusef Lateef,
Tres Demented,
The Smoke,
The Five Americans,
The Stooges,
Marvin Gaye,
Rod Modell,
Lou Reed,
Minutemen,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Barrington Levy,
Lyres,
Visage,
Erasure,
Pere Ubu,
Cymande,
The Monks,
Bobby Womack,
Josef K,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Danielle Patucci,
Lower 48,
Ohio Players,
Sun Ra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crispy Ambulance,
Slick Rick,
Basic Channel,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Alton Ellis,
Chris & Cosey,
Yaz,
Hardrive,
Agent Orange,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Sisters of Mercy,
8 Eyed Spy,
AZ,
Jandek,
Lungfish,
LL Cool J,
Silicon Teens,
Agitation Free,
Pantytec,
Neil Young,
Spoonie Gee,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roy Ayers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
F. McDonald,
Mad Mike,
DJ Style,
Pierre Henry,
The Saints,
Matthew Halsall,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.