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 Nepal and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 at the first Suicide 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 Monks to the rap 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Derrick Morgan,
Radiohead,
Von Mondo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Little Man,
Idris Muhammad,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Trojans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Moby Grape,
Bob Dylan,
Metal Thangz,
Unrelated Segments,
The Residents,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Chris Corsano,
The Index,
The Victims,
Eddi Front,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Reuben Wilson,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Dave Clark Five,
Curtis Mayfield,
Blossom Toes,
La Düsseldorf,
The Pretty Things,
The Leaves,
Judy Mowatt,
Pagans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Swell Maps,
Pussy Galore,
The Golliwogs,
Prince Buster,
Roy Ayers,
Subhumans,
Stereo Dub,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Iggy Pop,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sam Rivers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nas,
Ponytail,
Grauzone,
Panda Bear,
Groovy Waters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Can,
Cybotron,
Section 25,
Blancmange,
Camberwell Now,
Wasted Youth,
The Real Kids,
X-102,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.