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 Italy and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Captain Beefheart 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 MC5 to the dance 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Sonic Youth,
Animal Collective,
the Slits,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Aloha Tigers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rhythm & Sound,
Heaven 17,
The J.B.'s,
Blossom Toes,
Barry Ungar,
Barclay James Harvest,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pulsallama,
The Velvet Underground,
Spoonie Gee,
Technova,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jacques Brel,
Roxy Music,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sparks,
Oblivians,
The Standells,
La Düsseldorf,
Parry Music,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Camberwell Now,
Interpol,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Y Pants,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Durutti Column,
Davy DMX,
Jeff Mills,
Khruangbin,
The Leaves,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gichy Dan,
The Motions,
Masters at Work,
The Golliwogs,
Nils Olav,
Marvin Gaye,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Niagra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ronnie Foster,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gabor Szabo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marcia Griffiths,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dave Gahan,
Quadrant,
The Mojo Men,
Wally Richardson,
New York Dolls,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.