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 San Marino and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin 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 Gil Scott Heron to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Warren Ellis,
Graham Central Station,
Severed Heads,
Minnie Riperton,
The Flesh Eaters,
Spoonie Gee,
Rapeman,
Metal Thangz,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Germs,
Stetsasonic,
the Fania All-Stars,
Essential Logic,
Cecil Taylor,
Harry Pussy,
Bobby Sherman,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Black Dice,
Bang On A Can,
Scratch Acid,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Groovy Waters,
Surgeon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mars,
Terrestrial Tones,
Aaron Thompson,
Public Enemy,
The Happenings,
Kerri Chandler,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Second Layer,
Maleditus Sound,
Susan Cadogan,
These Immortal Souls,
Shoche,
Massinfluence,
Lucky Dragons,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cybotron,
Steve Hackett,
Rekid,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Blancmange,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fuzztones,
Robert Görl,
Skarface,
The Remains,
the Sonics,
Brand Nubian,
Cluster,
Tears for Fears,
Sex Pistols,
Scan 7,
Funky Four + One,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.