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 Dominica and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Quantec 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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Kayak,
Harmonia,
Aaron Thompson,
the Slits,
Todd Rundgren,
OOIOO,
Robert Wyatt,
Joy Division,
A Certain Ratio,
KRS-One,
The Mojo Men,
Roxy Music,
MDC,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Radio Birdman,
Goldenarms,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ohio Players,
Camouflage,
The Monochrome Set,
Mission of Burma,
Godley & Creme,
Lou Reed,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mark Hollis,
Model 500,
Skriet,
Robert Görl,
Sonic Youth,
Ituana,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Steve Hackett,
The Black Dice,
Flipper,
Blancmange,
In Retrospect,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pylon,
Donny Hathaway,
Nils Olav,
The Star Department,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marine Girls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bill Near,
Cybotron,
Radiohead,
Slick Rick,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Donald Byrd,
Matthew Halsall,
Juan Atkins,
The Grass Roots,
Supertramp,
The Happenings,
The Dead C,
Michelle Simonal,
ABBA,
Niagra,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.