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 Syria and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar 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 K-Klass to the techno 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine 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 grunge 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Pagans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lightning Bolt,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Barry Ungar,
Cheater Slicks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Matthew Halsall,
Cal Tjader,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Angry Samoans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tomorrow,
8 Eyed Spy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Faust,
Deakin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bush Tetras,
Can,
Wally Richardson,
Deadbeat,
Slick Rick,
Susan Cadogan,
Radiohead,
Fat Boys,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Clear Light,
Danielle Patucci,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scratch Acid,
Echospace,
Scrapy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cybotron,
Toni Rubio,
Groovy Waters,
Television,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sonny Sharrock,
KRS-One,
The Gun Club,
The Standells,
Nirvana,
Moby Grape,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Zeros,
Sight & Sound,
The Trojans,
The Seeds,
Animal Collective,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Swans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Flesh Eaters,
U.S. Maple,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.