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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lou Christie to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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?
Theoretical Girls,
Ronnie Foster,
Circle Jerks,
Pierre Henry,
Skarface,
The Shadows of Knight,
T. Rex,
R.M.O.,
Cybotron,
Echospace,
Radio Birdman,
The Pop Group,
Todd Rundgren,
Sonic Youth,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Angels of Light,
Maurizio,
Godley & Creme,
The Blackbyrds,
Rekid,
OOIOO,
Man Parrish,
Thee Headcoats,
Absolute Body Control,
Albert Ayler,
Jeff Mills,
Masters at Work,
Animal Collective,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bronski Beat,
The Count Five,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Idris Muhammad,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Red Krayola,
Ken Boothe,
Ultra Naté,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Normal,
Tim Buckley,
Funkadelic,
LL Cool J,
Gil Scott Heron,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
CMW,
D'Angelo,
Groovy Waters,
Porter Ricks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Outsiders,
Dual Sessions,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Whodini,
Chrome,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.