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 El Salvador and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mummies to the crunk 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Gories,
Morten Harket,
Slick Rick,
Qualms,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rotary Connection,
Rufus Thomas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
EPMD,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Flesh Eaters,
Iggy Pop,
Oneida,
Joensuu 1685,
Popol Vuh,
Maleditus Sound,
Loose Ends,
Brass Construction,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gichy Dan,
Archie Shepp,
The Mojo Men,
The Motions,
Pussy Galore,
Technova,
David Bowie,
E-Dancer,
Nas,
This Heat,
Davy DMX,
K-Klass,
Duran Duran,
Massinfluence,
Yusef Lateef,
Janne Schatter,
Yaz,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bill Near,
Franke,
The Count Five,
Harry Pussy,
Nik Kershaw,
The Last Poets,
Dave Gahan,
Joe Finger,
Mark Hollis,
Spoonie Gee,
Minnie Riperton,
Terry Callier,
Neu!,
The Move,
Aloha Tigers,
ABC,
Eli Mardock,
Gang Starr,
MC5,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.