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 Lithuania and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rod Modell to the disco 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tropical Tobacco,
Radio Birdman,
Tomorrow,
The Birthday Party,
Gang Starr,
Michelle Simonal,
Joyce Sims,
The Barracudas,
Boogie Down Productions,
Donald Byrd,
Sound Behaviour,
James White and The Blacks,
Barry Ungar,
X-Ray Spex,
The Busters,
The Sonics,
Grey Daturas,
Banda Bassotti,
Agitation Free,
Black Bananas,
Cal Tjader,
Cameo,
Pere Ubu,
Danielle Patucci,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pagans,
Excepter,
One Last Wish,
Connie Case,
Babytalk,
Joe Finger,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Germs,
The Happenings,
Little Man,
Parry Music,
Country Teasers,
Chris Corsano,
Tim Buckley,
Jawbox,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Harry Pussy,
Whodini,
Archie Shepp,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ludus,
Interpol,
F. McDonald,
Fear,
Vladislav Delay,
Flipper,
The Blackbyrds,
Bauhaus,
Thee Headcoats,
Sister Nancy,
MC5,
Television Personalities,
Crash Course in Science,
Panda Bear,
X-102,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.