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 Taiwan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Eric Copeland to the disco 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Minutemen,
Icehouse,
Stetsasonic,
Deadbeat,
Sugar Minott,
Basic Channel,
B.T. Express,
Sexual Harrassment,
Aaron Thompson,
Mo-Dettes,
Maurizio,
The Gories,
Bill Near,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Red Krayola,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gang of Four,
the Normal,
DJ Style,
Idris Muhammad,
Reagan Youth,
The Slackers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Minor Threat,
Country Teasers,
Nik Kershaw,
John Holt,
Delta 5,
The Angels of Light,
The Vogues,
Cheater Slicks,
X-101,
The Searchers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wally Richardson,
Symarip,
The Raincoats,
LL Cool J,
The United States of America,
Alphaville,
Television Personalities,
The Standells,
the Association,
Subhumans,
Scratch Acid,
Crooked Eye,
Severed Heads,
a-ha,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Mummies,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Isaac Hayes,
Chrome,
Ultra Naté,
The Buckinghams,
John Foxx,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mandrill,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hasil Adkins,
the Sonics,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.