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 Japan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Unwound to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Seeds,
Roxette,
Bauhaus,
Connie Case,
Alison Limerick,
The Doors,
The Buckinghams,
Idris Muhammad,
Crooked Eye,
Shoche,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Monolake,
The Red Krayola,
LL Cool J,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Visage,
Ohio Players,
The Moody Blues,
Darondo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Trumans Water,
Boredoms,
Barbara Tucker,
Danielle Patucci,
Surgeon,
KRS-One,
Rosa Yemen,
The Zeros,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mission of Burma,
Yusef Lateef,
The Index,
Marmalade,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kevin Saunderson,
Colin Newman,
The Wake,
Heaven 17,
Flash Fearless,
a-ha,
Desert Stars,
Marvin Gaye,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sight & Sound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobby Womack,
Vladislav Delay,
Cybotron,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nick Fraelich,
Mandrill,
The Raincoats,
Interpol,
Drive Like Jehu,
Urselle,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jacob Miller,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.