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 Austria and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Brick 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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Ken Boothe,
Make Up,
Bang On A Can,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Offenders,
Grey Daturas,
The Real Kids,
the Normal,
LL Cool J,
Banda Bassotti,
Boogie Down Productions,
cv313,
Darondo,
The Last Poets,
Eric Copeland,
Sällskapet,
ABBA,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Junior Murvin,
Metal Thangz,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Stetsasonic,
Pulsallama,
The Dirtbombs,
Pantaleimon,
F. McDonald,
Kas Product,
Tommy Roe,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Robert Görl,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Brick,
Althea and Donna,
Funkadelic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Index,
Angry Samoans,
Joe Smooth,
Gong,
the Sonics,
Scott Walker,
Tres Demented,
The Golliwogs,
Skarface,
Traffic Nightmare,
Little Man,
The Walker Brothers,
Liliput,
Sugar Minott,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Yazoo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wally Richardson,
kango's stein massive,
The Monks,
Dennis Brown,
The Misunderstood,
Graham Central Station,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.