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 Germany and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 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 Liliput to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry 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?
Second Layer,
The Searchers,
The Evens,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Moon,
Bluetip,
Kevin Saunderson,
June of 44,
Little Man,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Zeros,
Zero Boys,
Johnny Osbourne,
David Axelrod,
The Five Americans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Circle Jerks,
Theoretical Girls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wire,
In Retrospect,
The Black Dice,
The Sonics,
Aaron Thompson,
Sound Behaviour,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
MDC,
The Martian,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soft Machine,
Yaz,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gang Starr,
Thompson Twins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Al Stewart,
Guru Guru,
8 Eyed Spy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Depeche Mode,
Bauhaus,
the Normal,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Morten Harket,
Desert Stars,
Tubeway Army,
Magma,
Dave Gahan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kenny Larkin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Offenders,
Groovy Waters,
Eric Dolphy,
The Monks,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.