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 Uzbekistan and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare 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 Smiths to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
The Doors,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
K-Klass,
Camberwell Now,
Lindisfarne,
One Last Wish,
The Last Poets,
Roxette,
the Germs,
Black Moon,
Hasil Adkins,
The Buckinghams,
The Electric Prunes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Porter Ricks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lyres,
Radiohead,
Boz Scaggs,
Oneida,
Wasted Youth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Minnie Riperton,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marine Girls,
X-102,
Qualms,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tres Demented,
Yellowson,
The Blackbyrds,
Popol Vuh,
Funkadelic,
Moby Grape,
The Gladiators,
Fort Wilson Riot,
X-101,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Q65,
R.M.O.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Association,
Josef K,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Model 500,
June of 44,
Bush Tetras,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gang Green,
Juan Atkins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rites of Spring,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Standells,
Altered Images,
Flipper,
Silicon Teens,
Ultra Naté,
Public Image Ltd.,
Liliput,
The Mummies,
Andrew Hill,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.