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 Gambia and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Sandy B,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Moleskins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sun City Girls,
Brick,
The Flesh Eaters,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Human League,
The Last Poets,
Rites of Spring,
The Leaves,
the Fania All-Stars,
Radio Birdman,
Duran Duran,
Howard Jones,
The Litter,
Cameo,
Janne Schatter,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobby Byrd,
Dead Boys,
Minutemen,
The Smiths,
H. Thieme,
The Skatalites,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Cowsills,
Sister Nancy,
The Moody Blues,
The Knickerbockers,
D'Angelo,
Sound Behaviour,
Idris Muhammad,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cal Tjader,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Holt,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Camberwell Now,
Mary Jane Girls,
Archie Shepp,
Livin' Joy,
The Selecter,
the Normal,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dennis Brown,
The Index,
The Young Rascals,
Bill Wells,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ituana,
Sexual Harrassment,
Spandau Ballet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Schoolly D,
Maurizio,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.