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 Madagascar and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the funk 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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Neil Young,
Blossom Toes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rhythm & Sound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mars,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Minutemen,
John Cale,
Soulsonic Force,
Qualms,
48th St. Collective,
Severed Heads,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wasted Youth,
Mr. Review,
Moss Icon,
Brass Construction,
Shoche,
Grandmaster Flash,
Amazonics,
Massinfluence,
Warren Ellis,
PIL,
Soul II Soul,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lakeside,
Robert Wyatt,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Victims,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cymande,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Arthur Verocai,
Jeff Lynne,
Crash Course in Science,
David Bowie,
The Evens,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Doors,
The Invisible,
The Saints,
Tears for Fears,
Echospace,
Pantytec,
Yazoo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Slits,
Ponytail,
Anthony Braxton,
June of 44,
U.S. Maple,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fear,
Eddi Front,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.