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 Swaziland and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum 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 MC5 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Nick Fraelich,
Lou Christie,
Soft Cell,
Marmalade,
Infiniti,
Con Funk Shun,
Robert Wyatt,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pulsallama,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tim Buckley,
Joyce Sims,
Nik Kershaw,
Henry Cow,
Accadde A,
The Raincoats,
MDC,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Moon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rosa Yemen,
Todd Rundgren,
The J.B.'s,
The Vogues,
Silicon Teens,
Minnie Riperton,
Eli Mardock,
X-Ray Spex,
Buzzcocks,
Loose Ends,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
OOIOO,
Carl Craig,
The Cowsills,
Kas Product,
Spandau Ballet,
Cecil Taylor,
Delon & Dalcan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sex Pistols,
Scion,
The Buckinghams,
Gerry Rafferty,
Blossom Toes,
Deakin,
Reagan Youth,
Gang of Four,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mars,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sight & Sound,
The Wake,
Josef K,
Subhumans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Quadrant,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ronan,
Babytalk,
Stetsasonic,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.