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 Uzbekistan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet 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 Index to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Dawn Penn,
Rod Modell,
Gang of Four,
Blossom Toes,
Rekid,
The Fortunes,
Bobby Womack,
Bobby Byrd,
Patti Smith,
The Offenders,
Adolescents,
MDC,
Circle Jerks,
Crooked Eye,
The Gun Club,
Reuben Wilson,
Rakim,
Arcadia,
Kaleidoscope,
Pussy Galore,
David Axelrod,
Warren Ellis,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Seeds,
Steve Hackett,
The Mojo Men,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Smoke,
Khruangbin,
Joy Division,
The New Christs,
The United States of America,
Sight & Sound,
Motorama,
In Retrospect,
The Angels of Light,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Malaria!,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Livin' Joy,
Ten City,
Donny Hathaway,
E-Dancer,
Theoretical Girls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tears for Fears,
OOIOO,
Talk Talk,
Soft Cell,
Harry Pussy,
Vladislav Delay,
The Happenings,
Dark Day,
EPMD,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.