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 Georgia and from London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 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 U.S. Maple to the crunk 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Shoche,
Bush Tetras,
Harmonia,
D'Angelo,
Joyce Sims,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cameo,
The Searchers,
The Cowsills,
Angry Samoans,
Ludus,
The Wake,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Young Marble Giants,
The American Breed,
Bronski Beat,
Average White Band,
Roxette,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gregory Isaacs,
Stetsasonic,
Jacob Miller,
Vladislav Delay,
Television,
Charles Mingus,
Little Man,
The Moleskins,
Barrington Levy,
Babytalk,
Peter & Gordon,
World's Most,
Heaven 17,
Amon Düül,
Negative Approach,
Porter Ricks,
Camouflage,
The Residents,
The Modern Lovers,
Soft Machine,
Thompson Twins,
FM Einheit,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Interpol,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
One Last Wish,
Tears for Fears,
Suburban Knight,
June Days,
Neil Young,
Bang On A Can,
Guru Guru,
Half Japanese,
Mad Mike,
The Toasters,
The Doors,
The Tremeloes,
Gang Starr,
Skriet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.