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 Chile and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba 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 MC5 to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba 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 guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
D'Angelo,
The Vogues,
Gregory Isaacs,
Spandau Ballet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sight & Sound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Boredoms,
The Fuzztones,
Symarip,
Fad Gadget,
Laurel Aitken,
Fear,
Mary Jane Girls,
Colin Newman,
DJ Sneak,
Ice-T,
The Count Five,
the Association,
Eddi Front,
Porter Ricks,
The Trojans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Judy Mowatt,
Little Man,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joe Finger,
Wings,
Alton Ellis,
The Flesh Eaters,
Trumans Water,
Sun City Girls,
Model 500,
Roger Hodgson,
Brothers Johnson,
The Gap Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Roy Ayers,
Soul II Soul,
Reagan Youth,
Robert Görl,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Barrington Levy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Josef K,
Aswad,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Pretty Things,
Buzzcocks,
Peter and Kerry,
Man Parrish,
David Axelrod,
Cymande,
June of 44,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nico,
Marmalade,
Monolake,
Chrome,
T. Rex,
Sonny Sharrock,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.