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 Norway and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the grunge 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Lower 48,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
L. Decosne,
Eden Ahbez,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scrapy,
The Saints,
Trumans Water,
The Fuzztones,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Y Pants,
Hardrive,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hot Snakes,
Duran Duran,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Absolute Body Control,
Basic Channel,
The Last Poets,
London Community Gospel Choir,
X-102,
The Fall,
The Names,
Skriet,
Gang of Four,
David Axelrod,
The Cure,
Brothers Johnson,
Todd Terry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Flag,
Maurizio,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Sonics,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sun City Girls,
Sällskapet,
Cheater Slicks,
Swell Maps,
Index,
Masters at Work,
Boredoms,
Warsaw,
Kayak,
Bobby Byrd,
MDC,
the Association,
Cameo,
Soul II Soul,
Camberwell Now,
The Tremeloes,
Cal Tjader,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fela Kuti,
Tom Boy,
Sex Pistols,
Ituana,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.