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 Pakistan and from London.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lyres to the crunk 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Icehouse,
Yazoo,
The Moleskins,
Deadbeat,
La Düsseldorf,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Mojo Men,
Ultra Naté,
Moebius,
Loose Ends,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cybotron,
Television,
The Cowsills,
Blake Baxter,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kurtis Blow,
The New Christs,
Wally Richardson,
Jawbox,
Ossler,
Sixth Finger,
Angry Samoans,
Donny Hathaway,
Newcleus,
The Last Poets,
Qualms,
The Motions,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Spandau Ballet,
Suicide,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lyres,
Archie Shepp,
Robert Wyatt,
David Axelrod,
The Fortunes,
Magma,
Nation of Ulysses,
Skaos,
Ken Boothe,
Joe Smooth,
Fluxion,
Wasted Youth,
The Leaves,
48th St. Collective,
The Gories,
Siglo XX,
Sunsets and Hearts,
DJ Style,
Black Pus,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cheater Slicks,
Lakeside,
Pantytec,
X-101,
Negative Approach,
Pere Ubu,
Rapeman,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.