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 Venezuela and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
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 güiro 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 One Last Wish to the crunk 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Model 500,
K-Klass,
Aloha Tigers,
The Skatalites,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Cowsills,
Hasil Adkins,
Animal Collective,
Robert Wyatt,
The Offenders,
Erykah Badu,
MC5,
Buzzcocks,
Eddi Front,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kurtis Blow,
The Sonics,
Marmalade,
Negative Approach,
L. Decosne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Skaos,
Slick Rick,
Harmonia,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hoover,
The Angels of Light,
Ice-T,
DJ Style,
DJ Sneak,
The Neon Judgement,
Arcadia,
Ornette Coleman,
Joe Smooth,
The Slits,
Moebius,
Jawbox,
Peter & Gordon,
Trumans Water,
Tim Buckley,
Pagans,
Neu!,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Das Ding,
Davy DMX,
Cybotron,
Nils Olav,
Man Eating Sloth,
Con Funk Shun,
Boredoms,
U.S. Maple,
Freddie Wadling,
Sun Ra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Sound,
Gang Starr,
One Last Wish,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.