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 Madrid.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin 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 Yellowson to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Pierre Henry,
Blossom Toes,
The Misunderstood,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Divine Comedy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
New Age Steppers,
Kayak,
Scott Walker,
Ludus,
Girls At Our Best!,
Anthony Braxton,
Todd Terry,
Joyce Sims,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Brick,
Frankie Knuckles,
Boogie Down Productions,
Half Japanese,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Flamin' Groovies,
Metal Thangz,
Colin Newman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Young Rascals,
Brand Nubian,
Country Teasers,
Outsiders,
The J.B.'s,
James White and The Blacks,
Sonic Youth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Saints,
Electric Prunes,
Pere Ubu,
Agent Orange,
A Certain Ratio,
Von Mondo,
Pagans,
Hasil Adkins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Spoonie Gee,
Bad Manners,
Pantaleimon,
Eddi Front,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Black Dice,
Gerry Rafferty,
Alphaville,
Brass Construction,
Tommy Roe,
Ash Ra Tempel,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Faust,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rosa Yemen,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crispy Ambulance,
Albert Ayler,
Lungfish,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.