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 Serbia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
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 spring reverb 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 Kas Product to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Birthday Party,
Johnny Clarke,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Youth Brigade,
Black Flag,
D'Angelo,
Fear,
World's Most,
Todd Terry,
Loose Ends,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ice-T,
Flipper,
Thompson Twins,
Second Layer,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Bananas,
Heaven 17,
The Detroit Cobras,
Section 25,
Supertramp,
John Lydon,
Sun City Girls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Iggy Pop,
The Fall,
Minnie Riperton,
Deadbeat,
Flash Fearless,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Foxx,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
H. Thieme,
Jawbox,
Tom Boy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gil Scott Heron,
Funkadelic,
Bill Wells,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hasil Adkins,
The Sonics,
Negative Approach,
Tomorrow,
In Retrospect,
Minutemen,
Hoover,
Junior Murvin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Human League,
Half Japanese,
Scrapy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lightning Bolt,
The Last Poets,
Malaria!,
Marmalade,
Skaos,
Easy Going,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.