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 India and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro 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 Juan Atkins to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Nirvana,
Slick Rick,
Angry Samoans,
Mark Hollis,
Joe Finger,
The Last Poets,
Albert Ayler,
The Litter,
Swell Maps,
Man Parrish,
Isaac Hayes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Donald Byrd,
Arcadia,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Intrusion,
Yazoo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Subhumans,
The Mojo Men,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
KRS-One,
Boz Scaggs,
Alton Ellis,
ABC,
Minny Pops,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lou Reed,
Harpers Bizarre,
Banda Bassotti,
The Monochrome Set,
Gong,
The Busters,
Fad Gadget,
Rhythm & Sound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fuzztones,
The Offenders,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eden Ahbez,
the Slits,
The Music Machine,
Accadde A,
Roxy Music,
Sällskapet,
Juan Atkins,
Eve St. Jones,
David McCallum,
Drive Like Jehu,
Animal Collective,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tubeway Army,
Cybotron,
Inner City,
The Motions,
Ultra Naté,
Black Moon,
Freddie Wadling,
Piero Umiliani,
The Standells,
The Durutti Column,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.