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 Cambodia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rakim to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
48th St. Collective,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Little Man,
the Germs,
Depeche Mode,
Pierre Henry,
Davy DMX,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Todd Rundgren,
Yaz,
X-101,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Five Americans,
F. McDonald,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Flipper,
Underground Resistance,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fall,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sonny Sharrock,
Minor Threat,
Terrestrial Tones,
Aural Exciters,
The Gap Band,
Neu!,
Barbara Tucker,
Dennis Brown,
Mission of Burma,
Television,
Jimmy McGriff,
Neil Young,
Scion,
Desert Stars,
Outsiders,
Young Marble Giants,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rakim,
Echospace,
Eve St. Jones,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Janne Schatter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Chris Corsano,
John Cale,
Fugazi,
Parry Music,
Silicon Teens,
Das Ding,
Qualms,
Icehouse,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joe Smooth,
Marvin Gaye,
Grey Daturas,
Massinfluence,
Sexual Harrassment,
Camouflage,
Animal Collective,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.