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 Cyprus and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Maurizio to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
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,
Bobby Byrd,
John Holt,
Gichy Dan,
The Mummies,
Monks,
Japan,
Youth Brigade,
Sexual Harrassment,
Anthony Braxton,
Robert Hood,
Ultravox,
Cymande,
The Wake,
Todd Rundgren,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bill Near,
Minor Threat,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eurythmics,
Electric Prunes,
Motorama,
Lower 48,
Cecil Taylor,
Shoche,
Silicon Teens,
Eric B and Rakim,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scrapy,
the Slits,
The Invisible,
Altered Images,
Joensuu 1685,
Mars,
Faust,
Goldenarms,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fad Gadget,
Main Source,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Television Personalities,
Depeche Mode,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lalann,
The Skatalites,
Rakim,
Black Moon,
Ken Boothe,
These Immortal Souls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lyres,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soft Machine,
Quadrant,
The Pop Group,
the Soft Cell,
The Beau Brummels,
The Divine Comedy,
Derrick Morgan,
Panda Bear,
The Sonics,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.