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 Niger and from Copenhagen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
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 clarinet 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 Grauzone to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Lucky Dragons,
Joe Smooth,
The Searchers,
The Trojans,
The Modern Lovers,
Subhumans,
Mad Mike,
The Gap Band,
the Slits,
MC5,
CMW,
Q65,
Underground Resistance,
The Young Rascals,
Josef K,
Slave,
Bill Wells,
Marshall Jefferson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pere Ubu,
Little Man,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ponytail,
Altered Images,
The Raincoats,
The Walker Brothers,
Susan Cadogan,
Minutemen,
Black Moon,
The Velvet Underground,
The Cowsills,
The Names,
Motorama,
Camberwell Now,
Theoretical Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Japan,
Hashim,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lower 48,
Lyres,
Banda Bassotti,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marine Girls,
Graham Central Station,
The Five Americans,
Robert Wyatt,
Babytalk,
Brass Construction,
Cheater Slicks,
Crash Course in Science,
Marc Almond,
JFA,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tears for Fears,
Ronan,
Desert Stars,
The Last Poets,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.