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 France and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Zeros to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Leaves,
Juan Atkins,
Procol Harum,
Lucky Dragons,
Morten Harket,
Smog,
Shuggie Otis,
Hasil Adkins,
Inner City,
Ultravox,
The Fugs,
Carl Craig,
Silicon Teens,
Mars,
Panda Bear,
The Velvet Underground,
Ken Boothe,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jacques Brel,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marvin Gaye,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Metal Thangz,
the Fania All-Stars,
DNA,
X-102,
Todd Terry,
Sun City Girls,
Davy DMX,
Pulsallama,
Dead Boys,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mr. Review,
Grauzone,
Hoover,
The Gories,
Roxette,
The Blackbyrds,
Mark Hollis,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fela Kuti,
Janne Schatter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rhythm & Sound,
Matthew Bourne,
Gichy Dan,
Little Man,
Lakeside,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Swell Maps,
Scientists,
the Sonics,
Glenn Branca,
Sex Pistols,
Tim Buckley,
Kaleidoscope,
Graham Central Station,
The Fall,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.