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 Kosovo and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes 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 Eric B and Rakim to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Bootsy Collins,
the Bar-Kays,
Camberwell Now,
Half Japanese,
Brand Nubian,
Zero Boys,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Prince Buster,
The Fugs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Count Five,
Darondo,
Ten City,
Surgeon,
Harry Pussy,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Make Up,
The Knickerbockers,
Essential Logic,
Ponytail,
Alison Limerick,
Ohio Players,
Basic Channel,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jacob Miller,
La Düsseldorf,
Mr. Review,
Supertramp,
Eric Dolphy,
Animal Collective,
Joyce Sims,
Fugazi,
Q and Not U,
Mantronix,
The Smoke,
Neil Young,
MC5,
ABC,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Monochrome Set,
Barry Ungar,
Mo-Dettes,
Godley & Creme,
Throbbing Gristle,
Television,
The Walker Brothers,
Al Stewart,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Funkadelic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
T.S.O.L.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Absolute Body Control,
Porter Ricks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Motorama,
Black Bananas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.