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 Malta and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Young Marble Giants,
The Mojo Men,
Loose Ends,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eddi Front,
Joensuu 1685,
Eli Mardock,
Funkadelic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gichy Dan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Dead C,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hasil Adkins,
Kaleidoscope,
Isaac Hayes,
Robert Görl,
Dawn Penn,
Section 25,
Q and Not U,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fall,
The Kinks,
Gang Green,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jacob Miller,
Lucky Dragons,
The Golliwogs,
The Techniques,
H. Thieme,
Harmonia,
Skriet,
Electric Prunes,
Reagan Youth,
The Human League,
Soul Sonic Force,
Colin Newman,
X-101,
Nas,
Minutemen,
Robert Hood,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Magma,
Clear Light,
Guru Guru,
Matthew Halsall,
Radiohead,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Althea and Donna,
Stetsasonic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Barclay James Harvest,
Graham Central Station,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sugar Minott,
The Alarm Clocks,
Au Pairs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Busters,
Albert Ayler,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.