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 Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Todd Terry to the jazz 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
The Blackbyrds,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobby Sherman,
D'Angelo,
Whodini,
Audionom,
Public Enemy,
Andrew Hill,
The Fortunes,
Gang Green,
Dual Sessions,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Durutti Column,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Soft Cell,
ABBA,
Zero Boys,
Boredoms,
Michelle Simonal,
Kurtis Blow,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pylon,
Fatback Band,
Quando Quango,
The Doors,
Ronnie Foster,
Barbara Tucker,
Kenny Larkin,
Livin' Joy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bronski Beat,
Television Personalities,
Depeche Mode,
Rufus Thomas,
Amazonics,
Judy Mowatt,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fad Gadget,
the Sonics,
Los Fastidios,
Barry Ungar,
Roy Ayers,
The Sonics,
Bobby Byrd,
Jerry's Kids,
Tubeway Army,
Yusef Lateef,
MC5,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Metal Thangz,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Minny Pops,
the Germs,
June of 44,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nick Fraelich,
Jimmy McGriff,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.