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 Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Music Machine,
Gregory Isaacs,
B.T. Express,
Little Man,
Stetsasonic,
Marine Girls,
New Age Steppers,
The Count Five,
The Motions,
48th St. Collective,
Joe Finger,
Quando Quango,
Shuggie Otis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Animal Collective,
The Blues Magoos,
Smog,
The Knickerbockers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hashim,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Albert Ayler,
Radio Birdman,
K-Klass,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Minnie Riperton,
Kas Product,
Hot Snakes,
Zero Boys,
Donald Byrd,
Tres Demented,
Donny Hathaway,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mr. Review,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Babytalk,
Los Fastidios,
Blancmange,
Sound Behaviour,
Newcleus,
Duran Duran,
kango's stein massive,
Lower 48,
Morten Harket,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ken Boothe,
Zapp,
Mission of Burma,
Soul II Soul,
Siglo XX,
Pet Shop Boys,
Idris Muhammad,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cecil Taylor,
Dual Sessions,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Last Poets,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.