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 Lithuania and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Camouflage to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Black Pus,
Marshall Jefferson,
Spandau Ballet,
Unwound,
June Days,
The Invisible,
Thee Headcoats,
John Holt,
John Coltrane,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Absolute Body Control,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sex Pistols,
Lou Christie,
AZ,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tomorrow,
Grey Daturas,
Oneida,
The Slackers,
Bluetip,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Bar-Kays,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rekid,
Susan Cadogan,
Fluxion,
Mission of Burma,
Nation of Ulysses,
Half Japanese,
June of 44,
Robert Hood,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Second Layer,
Joe Smooth,
48th St. Collective,
Niagra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Black Dice,
Man Parrish,
Black Bananas,
Bill Near,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
DJ Style,
This Heat,
Peter and Kerry,
The Five Americans,
Main Source,
Byron Stingily,
Peter & Gordon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Masters at Work,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Archie Shepp,
K-Klass,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.