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 Mongolia and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Erykah Badu to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ohio Players,
Jeff Lynne,
Gang Starr,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fugs,
The Saints,
UT,
The Skatalites,
Chris & Cosey,
China Crisis,
Moss Icon,
The Index,
New Age Steppers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jandek,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Young Rascals,
Youth Brigade,
The Cowsills,
Spandau Ballet,
Theoretical Girls,
Roy Ayers,
June Days,
New York Dolls,
Tears for Fears,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hoover,
Camouflage,
Suicide,
Thompson Twins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gang of Four,
The Toasters,
Tubeway Army,
Brick,
The Seeds,
Camberwell Now,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sun Ra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Techniques,
Groovy Waters,
Minor Threat,
Yazoo,
Drexciya,
Joe Smooth,
Aural Exciters,
Popol Vuh,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pierre Henry,
Sonny Sharrock,
Shoche,
Inner City,
Rufus Thomas,
the Slits,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Basic Channel,
Sly & The Family Stone,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.