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 Cyprus and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Tommy Roe to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Q65,
Mo-Dettes,
a-ha,
The Young Rascals,
The Stooges,
Kayak,
Rekid,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dorothy Ashby,
Eric Dolphy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Interpol,
Silicon Teens,
Warren Ellis,
Lyres,
E-Dancer,
The Durutti Column,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Walker Brothers,
Public Enemy,
Los Fastidios,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Essential Logic,
Mantronix,
Inner City,
Arab on Radar,
Talk Talk,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mars,
The Doors,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Cowsills,
the Bar-Kays,
Patti Smith,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joyce Sims,
Groovy Waters,
Neil Young,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The J.B.'s,
The Busters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
8 Eyed Spy,
DJ Sneak,
Hoover,
Wolf Eyes,
Bad Manners,
Soft Cell,
The Music Machine,
Aaron Thompson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dual Sessions,
Nik Kershaw,
Minnie Riperton,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hot Snakes,
Danielle Patucci,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.