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 Spain and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Stockholm.
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 guitar 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 The Five Americans 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All EPMD 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 crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Dark Day,
Malaria!,
Lyres,
Avey Tare,
Youth Brigade,
Patti Smith,
Brothers Johnson,
Alice Coltrane,
Pylon,
Idris Muhammad,
The Blues Magoos,
Colin Newman,
Aloha Tigers,
Gabor Szabo,
The Residents,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Laurel Aitken,
T.S.O.L.,
kango's stein massive,
Sister Nancy,
cv313,
Siglo XX,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Lydon,
D'Angelo,
Bobby Byrd,
Interpol,
The Human League,
Lightning Bolt,
Alison Limerick,
Scion,
Sällskapet,
Roxy Music,
This Heat,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Flag,
A Certain Ratio,
The Cramps,
the Sonics,
Nas,
Essential Logic,
These Immortal Souls,
Chris & Cosey,
The Kinks,
Parry Music,
Crime,
Subhumans,
Graham Central Station,
The Move,
Blossom Toes,
Silicon Teens,
Ponytail,
The Fall,
The Selecter,
Con Funk Shun,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nik Kershaw,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.