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 Somalia and from Jakarta.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lou Reed to the crunk 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
The Modern Lovers,
The Raincoats,
Yusef Lateef,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wire,
Soulsonic Force,
Thompson Twins,
Jesper Dahlback,
Barclay James Harvest,
KRS-One,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Excepter,
Stiv Bators,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Beau Brummels,
Adolescents,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ludus,
Juan Atkins,
The Sonics,
Amon Düül II,
David McCallum,
Zero Boys,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hasil Adkins,
Television,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Derrick May,
Johnny Clarke,
Bang On A Can,
Wasted Youth,
Camouflage,
Tom Boy,
John Lydon,
Silicon Teens,
Ultra Naté,
Crime,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Bananas,
The Wake,
Skarface,
Bill Wells,
Susan Cadogan,
R.M.O.,
Barry Ungar,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ossler,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kenny Larkin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jacques Brel,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roxette,
D'Angelo,
X-Ray Spex,
DJ Style,
Con Funk Shun,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.