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 Iceland and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes 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?
Adolescents,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Litter,
Johnny Osbourne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tim Buckley,
Kerrie Biddell,
EPMD,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Public Enemy,
Pylon,
The Golliwogs,
The Moleskins,
The Vogues,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Coltrane,
Inner City,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cecil Taylor,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sonny Sharrock,
Blake Baxter,
Zapp,
Andrew Hill,
Crime,
K-Klass,
Blossom Toes,
Can,
Talk Talk,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fela Kuti,
Schoolly D,
Marine Girls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Glambeats Corp.,
Procol Harum,
The Pretty Things,
Sarah Menescal,
Soul II Soul,
Lindisfarne,
Buzzcocks,
Black Moon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Flag,
Mantronix,
The Blues Magoos,
The Seeds,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Blackbyrds,
Reuben Wilson,
Young Marble Giants,
Eric Dolphy,
Nas,
Negative Approach,
Stiv Bators,
Section 25,
Erykah Badu,
New York Dolls,
Rakim,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.