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 Slovenia and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Hasil Adkins to the crunk 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
FM Einheit,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dark Day,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobby Sherman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Zapp,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Minny Pops,
June of 44,
Eli Mardock,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Doors,
Q65,
Donny Hathaway,
Ultravox,
Bootsy Collins,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Slits,
Lou Christie,
Judy Mowatt,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Negative Approach,
Hashim,
Minor Threat,
Sun City Girls,
Danielle Patucci,
Joe Smooth,
Ludus,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Excepter,
Harry Pussy,
Junior Murvin,
Black Pus,
Bush Tetras,
Chrome,
Bill Near,
Brand Nubian,
Pussy Galore,
The United States of America,
48th St. Collective,
The Offenders,
The Grass Roots,
The Dead C,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Procol Harum,
Pere Ubu,
Soul Sonic Force,
Outsiders,
Shoche,
U.S. Maple,
The Red Krayola,
Slick Rick,
Barclay James Harvest,
LL Cool J,
Little Man,
Arcadia,
Aswad,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.