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 Cuba and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 DJ Style to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Sound,
The Fugs,
Severed Heads,
Loose Ends,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Davy DMX,
The Busters,
The Evens,
The Black Dice,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tommy Roe,
Minor Threat,
This Heat,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cal Tjader,
The Gap Band,
Scratch Acid,
Sun City Girls,
Porter Ricks,
Aural Exciters,
The Zeros,
Derrick May,
Moss Icon,
Ken Boothe,
Rakim,
Joyce Sims,
Saccharine Trust,
Peter & Gordon,
Roxette,
Wolf Eyes,
Das Ding,
The Residents,
Ornette Coleman,
Connie Case,
Television,
John Holt,
Yaz,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
LL Cool J,
Bobby Byrd,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rufus Thomas,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roxy Music,
10cc,
Robert Görl,
Cymande,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gabor Szabo,
The Pop Group,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Moleskins,
Niagra,
Los Fastidios,
AZ,
Thee Headcoats,
Television Personalities,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.