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 Malawi and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the rock 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Isaac Hayes,
The Smiths,
Erykah Badu,
The Blues Magoos,
Todd Rundgren,
the Slits,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sonic Youth,
Peter and Kerry,
Charles Mingus,
Traffic Nightmare,
Deakin,
Marvin Gaye,
The Gap Band,
Television,
Fluxion,
Rapeman,
Thompson Twins,
Nico,
Janne Schatter,
The Angels of Light,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Gun Club,
Joy Division,
kango's stein massive,
The New Christs,
Fela Kuti,
Ken Boothe,
Grandmaster Flash,
In Retrospect,
The Monks,
The Standells,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Don Cherry,
Mad Mike,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Neon Judgement,
OOIOO,
Iggy Pop,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Absolute Body Control,
Stiv Bators,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Clear Light,
The Flesh Eaters,
Underground Resistance,
Tommy Roe,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Alphaville,
The Human League,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Brick,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Selecter,
Agitation Free,
The Cramps,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lou Reed,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.