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 Mozambique and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord 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 The Golliwogs to the disco 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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Charles Mingus,
Kool Moe Dee,
Little Man,
Soft Cell,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Moon,
Erykah Badu,
The Toasters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Monks,
Maleditus Sound,
Joe Smooth,
Excepter,
Public Enemy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
New Age Steppers,
Colin Newman,
Rites of Spring,
The Gun Club,
Letta Mbulu,
The Searchers,
The Fortunes,
Nico,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Peter and Kerry,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dave Gahan,
Swans,
Average White Band,
The Red Krayola,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joensuu 1685,
Hot Snakes,
Scratch Acid,
Fear,
Mantronix,
Bill Wells,
Alison Limerick,
Sound Behaviour,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Busters,
Cluster,
Organ,
Radiopuhelimet,
Flash Fearless,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Urselle,
The Slits,
Model 500,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Masters at Work,
The Last Poets,
The Fuzztones,
The Index,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marvin Gaye,
Barry Ungar,
Matthew Halsall,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.