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 Belarus and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes 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 Tom Boy to the funk 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Flash Fearless,
Franke,
The Fortunes,
Idris Muhammad,
Sarah Menescal,
Agitation Free,
Rites of Spring,
The Residents,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
OOIOO,
The Index,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
New York Dolls,
Mandrill,
Chrome,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fire Engines,
Cabaret Voltaire,
cv313,
The Stooges,
In Retrospect,
Con Funk Shun,
This Heat,
Suicide,
Archie Shepp,
Monolake,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crooked Eye,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ponytail,
Kayak,
Eyeless In Gaza,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sällskapet,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Cramps,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Blancmange,
Tears for Fears,
The Blackbyrds,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cybotron,
Young Marble Giants,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Youth Brigade,
The Electric Prunes,
the Swans,
Metal Thangz,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Knickerbockers,
Minnie Riperton,
JFA,
Funky Four + One,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
EPMD,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Grass Roots,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.