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 Mongolia and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the grunge 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Patti Smith,
Scratch Acid,
Tres Demented,
R.M.O.,
Girls At Our Best!,
Juan Atkins,
Man Parrish,
Vainqueur,
The Fire Engines,
The Skatalites,
the Soft Cell,
Throbbing Gristle,
L. Decosne,
Audionom,
The Toasters,
Joy Division,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Amon Düül II,
John Lydon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fluxion,
Gabor Szabo,
Thompson Twins,
Mary Jane Girls,
Inner City,
Arthur Verocai,
T. Rex,
La Düsseldorf,
Lou Christie,
Morten Harket,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Banda Bassotti,
The Zeros,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Oblivians,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
X-102,
Boz Scaggs,
Judy Mowatt,
Massinfluence,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hardrive,
Roxy Music,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Agitation Free,
Circle Jerks,
James White and The Blacks,
Yaz,
The Victims,
Graham Central Station,
Junior Murvin,
Eric Dolphy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Delon & Dalcan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ituana,
Gang Green,
Brothers Johnson,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.