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 Egypt and from Seoul.
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 Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Fad Gadget,
The Fall,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jeff Lynne,
Hashim,
Byron Stingily,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Litter,
Joe Finger,
Rotary Connection,
KRS-One,
ABC,
Symarip,
Radiopuhelimet,
Altered Images,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The United States of America,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Donny Hathaway,
Black Flag,
Visage,
Bob Dylan,
Kurtis Blow,
Colin Newman,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cymande,
New Order,
Chrome,
Nirvana,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The New Christs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Schoolly D,
Mark Hollis,
Brick,
Josef K,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Talk Talk,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mars,
Andrew Hill,
Arthur Verocai,
The Walker Brothers,
Inner City,
Main Source,
Bluetip,
Tres Demented,
Cheater Slicks,
The Martian,
Mr. Review,
Sister Nancy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Normal,
Neil Young,
Mad Mike,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Moss Icon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Blake Baxter,
Angry Samoans,
Quantec,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.