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 Peru and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Lou Reed 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 Toasters to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Glenn Branca,
The Monochrome Set,
Man Parrish,
Popol Vuh,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sister Nancy,
Blake Baxter,
Hardrive,
Ralphi Rosario,
Q and Not U,
Mark Hollis,
Average White Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Associates,
Dual Sessions,
John Lydon,
The Divine Comedy,
Soft Cell,
Das Ding,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cal Tjader,
Hot Snakes,
Fluxion,
The Martian,
Angry Samoans,
Circle Jerks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Blossom Toes,
Alison Limerick,
kango's stein massive,
Patti Smith,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Charles Mingus,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Sound,
Matthew Bourne,
Quadrant,
Spoonie Gee,
Ronan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
David Axelrod,
Isaac Hayes,
Cecil Taylor,
Outsiders,
Godley & Creme,
Shoche,
Unwound,
James White and The Blacks,
Morten Harket,
The Blues Magoos,
The Names,
Glambeats Corp.,
Echospace,
Jeru the Damaja,
Arab on Radar,
Amon Düül,
The Happenings,
Accadde A,
FM Einheit,
Yusef Lateef,
Johnny Clarke,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.