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 Taiwan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Nas to the rock 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Boredoms,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Youth Brigade,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Coltrane,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Foxx,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Electric Prunes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Toni Rubio,
Heaven 17,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Slave,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pulsallama,
The Kinks,
Faust,
Rakim,
Circle Jerks,
Dual Sessions,
Colin Newman,
Gang Starr,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Cale,
Sexual Harrassment,
Procol Harum,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Offenders,
Audionom,
The Dead C,
The Stooges,
Los Fastidios,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scientists,
Tears for Fears,
T. Rex,
DJ Style,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Arthur Verocai,
Smog,
Fatback Band,
Livin' Joy,
Essential Logic,
Eric Dolphy,
Jeff Mills,
Aswad,
Model 500,
Agitation Free,
Absolute Body Control,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
K-Klass,
Barbara Tucker,
The Buckinghams,
Index,
Gregory Isaacs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.