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 Norway and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin 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 The Blackbyrds to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fela Kuti,
Jesper Dahlback,
Skaos,
Index,
The Motions,
Barrington Levy,
Rufus Thomas,
Brass Construction,
the Sonics,
The Move,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Wyatt,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
These Immortal Souls,
Peter and Kerry,
Janne Schatter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Qualms,
Neu!,
Morten Harket,
Guru Guru,
Liliput,
Lucky Dragons,
Max Romeo,
Eden Ahbez,
X-102,
Inner City,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cheater Slicks,
The Cure,
Cybotron,
Davy DMX,
Roger Hodgson,
The Grass Roots,
Franke,
Cluster,
Section 25,
The Moody Blues,
Electric Prunes,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Mojo Men,
New Age Steppers,
Sight & Sound,
Average White Band,
David Bowie,
Metal Thangz,
X-Ray Spex,
The Busters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Last Poets,
A Certain Ratio,
Panda Bear,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobby Sherman,
Dennis Brown,
Lou Reed,
John Cale,
Bootsy Collins,
R.M.O.,
The Count Five,
The Gladiators,
Lebanon Hanover,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.