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 Panama and from Copenhagen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Robert Palmer 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 the Slits to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
KRS-One,
Shoche,
Joyce Sims,
Dave Gahan,
Cluster,
New York Dolls,
T. Rex,
The Zeros,
Faraquet,
Outsiders,
Chris Corsano,
Sex Pistols,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Josef K,
Rufus Thomas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Invisible,
Man Parrish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sonic Youth,
D'Angelo,
Kayak,
DJ Sneak,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Danielle Patucci,
Darondo,
Quadrant,
Chris & Cosey,
Suicide,
Nas,
Bizarre Inc.,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Severed Heads,
Fatback Band,
Prince Buster,
Gang Green,
Scan 7,
Von Mondo,
The Selecter,
Minutemen,
Arthur Verocai,
Fela Kuti,
Spandau Ballet,
The Tremeloes,
Sun Ra,
the Sonics,
Blancmange,
X-101,
Popol Vuh,
Massinfluence,
Qualms,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lyres,
Sugar Minott,
Procol Harum,
Drexciya,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.