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 Philippines and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mad Mike to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Leonard Cohen,
Eddi Front,
Todd Terry,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Minor Threat,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Grey Daturas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kerri Chandler,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eve St. Jones,
The Last Poets,
Donny Hathaway,
John Coltrane,
The Golliwogs,
Mark Hollis,
Popol Vuh,
Minnie Riperton,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cymande,
Pharoah Sanders,
DJ Style,
Lou Christie,
Essential Logic,
The Happenings,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
DNA,
Marine Girls,
Barry Ungar,
Juan Atkins,
Kurtis Blow,
Patti Smith,
Buzzcocks,
Hasil Adkins,
The Invisible,
The Flesh Eaters,
Piero Umiliani,
Zero Boys,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Mojo Men,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobby Byrd,
Blake Baxter,
New York Dolls,
The Zeros,
Joe Finger,
The Slackers,
MC5,
Dark Day,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bush Tetras,
Symarip,
L. Decosne,
Infiniti,
Scientists,
The Techniques,
Little Man,
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.