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 Cameroon 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
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 organ 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 Flipper to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The New Christs,
Roxy Music,
Excepter,
New York Dolls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Infiniti,
Hashim,
Donny Hathaway,
Rakim,
The Sisters of Mercy,
One Last Wish,
Scrapy,
Arthur Verocai,
Sonic Youth,
Monks,
Popol Vuh,
Saccharine Trust,
Peter and Kerry,
Brothers Johnson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Agitation Free,
PIL,
Faust,
Whodini,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Drexciya,
Negative Approach,
Ice-T,
Pylon,
Marvin Gaye,
Joy Division,
Black Sheep,
The Music Machine,
Pole,
The Sound,
The Black Dice,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Silicon Teens,
T. Rex,
The Count Five,
Robert Wyatt,
The Gap Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Byron Stingily,
Guru Guru,
The Monks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sandy B,
Nas,
the Slits,
Visage,
Black Pus,
Sugar Minott,
Thee Headcoats,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Laurel Aitken,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Saints,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.