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 Swaziland and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ 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 Black Sheep to the rap 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eden Ahbez,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Names,
Youth Brigade,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Negative Approach,
The American Breed,
The Modern Lovers,
Kenny Larkin,
UT,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Q and Not U,
Rekid,
World's Most,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Grass Roots,
Pulsallama,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ice-T,
Radiohead,
Idris Muhammad,
Sister Nancy,
Colin Newman,
Thompson Twins,
Barclay James Harvest,
Vladislav Delay,
Metal Thangz,
The Electric Prunes,
Slave,
The Gap Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mad Mike,
Quando Quango,
Danielle Patucci,
Rosa Yemen,
Masters at Work,
Cecil Taylor,
Lou Christie,
Bluetip,
Rotary Connection,
Terry Callier,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marvin Gaye,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fugazi,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Blues Magoos,
F. McDonald,
Todd Terry,
Scan 7,
Q65,
Swell Maps,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sound Behaviour,
Von Mondo,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.