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 Samoa and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin 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 The Knickerbockers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Index,
Mandrill,
Robert Görl,
Aswad,
James White and The Blacks,
The Angels of Light,
Little Man,
CMW,
Anakelly,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Qualms,
Television Personalities,
Prince Buster,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Neil Young,
The Evens,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dennis Brown,
Minor Threat,
Liliput,
Chris Corsano,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Electric Prunes,
The Names,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sun Ra,
X-Ray Spex,
Lungfish,
John Cale,
Bang On A Can,
Unwound,
Dawn Penn,
Scott Walker,
Ludus,
Derrick Morgan,
Ronan,
Intrusion,
Althea and Donna,
Ultravox,
Section 25,
Siglo XX,
Adolescents,
The Fire Engines,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cluster,
Ronnie Foster,
Audionom,
Eric B and Rakim,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Offenders,
The Standells,
The Monochrome Set,
Donny Hathaway,
R.M.O.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Q65,
Davy DMX,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.