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 Estonia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Robert Hood to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Vladislav Delay,
Hasil Adkins,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Slackers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Pus,
48th St. Collective,
Hashim,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Smoke,
Buzzcocks,
The American Breed,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lebanon Hanover,
Spandau Ballet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Archie Shepp,
Tomorrow,
Laurel Aitken,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kayak,
X-Ray Spex,
Minor Threat,
Youth Brigade,
Lalann,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ronnie Foster,
Grandmaster Flash,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cal Tjader,
Barry Ungar,
Gang Starr,
E-Dancer,
ABBA,
The Evens,
The Seeds,
The Real Kids,
Ludus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Peter & Gordon,
Metal Thangz,
Agent Orange,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tears for Fears,
Jacob Miller,
Excepter,
Basic Channel,
Neil Young,
The Black Dice,
June of 44,
Brass Construction,
The Fall,
Soft Cell,
Thee Headcoats,
Shuggie Otis,
Guru Guru,
Scratch Acid,
Popol Vuh,
The Gladiators,
Slave,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.