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 Niger and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Big Daddy Kane to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker 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 crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Graham Central Station,
Ornette Coleman,
Jesper Dahlback,
Little Man,
Max Romeo,
Crime,
Bauhaus,
Essential Logic,
Pantytec,
Hasil Adkins,
Flash Fearless,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nas,
Joey Negro,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Amazonics,
The Birthday Party,
Minny Pops,
Faust,
Prince Buster,
Au Pairs,
Eric Dolphy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Adolescents,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crispian St. Peters,
John Cale,
Faraquet,
Byron Stingily,
Steve Hackett,
Sister Nancy,
The Modern Lovers,
The Slits,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Johnny Osbourne,
Audionom,
Electric Prunes,
The Searchers,
Harry Pussy,
Radio Birdman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kenny Larkin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Negative Approach,
K-Klass,
Spoonie Gee,
Wolf Eyes,
Pagans,
Gang of Four,
T. Rex,
Cameo,
Iggy Pop,
Rekid,
The United States of America,
The Victims,
Stereo Dub,
Sam Rivers,
Intrusion,
Massinfluence,
Maleditus Sound,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.