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 Ecuador and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Slick Rick to the techno 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
R.M.O.,
Roxy Music,
Kevin Saunderson,
This Heat,
Sight & Sound,
June Days,
Nation of Ulysses,
Todd Rundgren,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Slits,
Bang On A Can,
Brand Nubian,
The Saints,
John Foxx,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Swans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Offenders,
The Dead C,
Q65,
Ice-T,
The Human League,
The Divine Comedy,
Amon Düül,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Severed Heads,
Wings,
Camouflage,
Symarip,
DJ Style,
Lou Reed,
Cal Tjader,
Interpol,
Unwound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Adolescents,
Prince Buster,
The Real Kids,
Minutemen,
Drive Like Jehu,
These Immortal Souls,
Sugar Minott,
Bobby Byrd,
Fatback Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Niagra,
The Blues Magoos,
Don Cherry,
The Flesh Eaters,
X-Ray Spex,
Basic Channel,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
K-Klass,
X-101,
T. Rex,
E-Dancer,
The Count Five,
Lalann,
Black Pus,
Royal Trux,
Model 500,
Public Enemy,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.