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 Germany and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet 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 Ice-T to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crooked Eye,
Charles Mingus,
Jeff Mills,
Oblivians,
The Moleskins,
Skriet,
Technova,
DNA,
Tomorrow,
Max Romeo,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Cramps,
Janne Schatter,
The Busters,
Deadbeat,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Modern Lovers,
Prince Buster,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
X-102,
cv313,
Heaven 17,
the Swans,
John Coltrane,
Porter Ricks,
Gang of Four,
The Sound,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mo-Dettes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Aaron Thompson,
Banda Bassotti,
Silicon Teens,
Harry Pussy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cybotron,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eve St. Jones,
The Alarm Clocks,
Warsaw,
Eric Dolphy,
Piero Umiliani,
The Associates,
Model 500,
Ralphi Rosario,
Howard Jones,
Ludus,
The Fall,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fad Gadget,
The Toasters,
Sex Pistols,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Victims,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Von Mondo,
The Residents,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.