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 Afghanistan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Jakarta.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 8 Eyed Spy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marvin Gaye,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sexual Harrassment,
Brass Construction,
Bluetip,
Livin' Joy,
R.M.O.,
Blancmange,
Ken Boothe,
Organ,
Michelle Simonal,
Oblivians,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Pretty Things,
Stiv Bators,
Crispian St. Peters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Erykah Badu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Cale,
Gang Starr,
Siglo XX,
Jesper Dahlback,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nils Olav,
Nico,
New York Dolls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Misunderstood,
Amon Düül,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Saccharine Trust,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Count Five,
Theoretical Girls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Flash Fearless,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tres Demented,
The Barracudas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Doors,
KRS-One,
Arthur Verocai,
10cc,
Jeff Mills,
Popol Vuh,
Moss Icon,
Basic Channel,
Cecil Taylor,
Ralphi Rosario,
Country Teasers,
Mission of Burma,
the Swans,
Pulsallama,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fugazi,
Barclay James Harvest,
Von Mondo,
Leonard Cohen,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.