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 India and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Television to the electroclash 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Public Enemy,
The Fuzztones,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Monks,
The J.B.'s,
The Zeros,
Main Source,
Radio Birdman,
The Slits,
Soft Machine,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scratch Acid,
Faust,
The Alarm Clocks,
Con Funk Shun,
Warsaw,
Joe Smooth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dark Day,
Model 500,
Marshall Jefferson,
Barry Ungar,
Crime,
Infiniti,
Brothers Johnson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Al Stewart,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Schoolly D,
Jeff Mills,
Mary Jane Girls,
KRS-One,
DNA,
the Fania All-Stars,
Letta Mbulu,
These Immortal Souls,
Alison Limerick,
Neu!,
Vladislav Delay,
Deakin,
Rites of Spring,
Black Bananas,
Tim Buckley,
the Germs,
the Bar-Kays,
Slave,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nico,
Buzzcocks,
The Fugs,
A Certain Ratio,
The Blackbyrds,
David Axelrod,
10cc,
Rod Modell,
Mad Mike,
Freddie Wadling,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Grass Roots,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.