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 Finland and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar 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 The Zeros to the jazz 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Magma,
Graham Central Station,
Black Moon,
The Young Rascals,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gang Starr,
10cc,
Yazoo,
Au Pairs,
Alison Limerick,
The Move,
T.S.O.L.,
Lindisfarne,
Technova,
Khruangbin,
Michelle Simonal,
Flipper,
Dead Boys,
Reagan Youth,
Camberwell Now,
Urselle,
New Age Steppers,
Ponytail,
Second Layer,
Maurizio,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Porter Ricks,
Man Parrish,
Quando Quango,
Derrick May,
DNA,
Eden Ahbez,
Lower 48,
Jandek,
Monolake,
Wally Richardson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sister Nancy,
ABBA,
Television Personalities,
The Modern Lovers,
Heaven 17,
John Coltrane,
Joey Negro,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Idris Muhammad,
Tears for Fears,
Hot Snakes,
Jacob Miller,
T. Rex,
Inner City,
Black Sheep,
Bobby Sherman,
Half Japanese,
KRS-One,
Arcadia,
R.M.O.,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Germs,
Avey Tare,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.