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 Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Skriet to the rap 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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Audionom,
The Mojo Men,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rufus Thomas,
Agent Orange,
Second Layer,
Qualms,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Soft Cell,
Joensuu 1685,
Nas,
Graham Central Station,
The Black Dice,
Slick Rick,
Peter and Kerry,
The Invisible,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Foxx,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Cale,
Vainqueur,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Aloha Tigers,
The Remains,
The Leaves,
Pussy Galore,
Mark Hollis,
Bob Dylan,
The Buckinghams,
Deakin,
Model 500,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Real Kids,
Tears for Fears,
Mars,
Soulsonic Force,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Offenders,
Outsiders,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Angry Samoans,
The Gap Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marc Almond,
Moss Icon,
E-Dancer,
Ice-T,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rites of Spring,
Joyce Sims,
The Fire Engines,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Pretty Things,
Visage,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.