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 Pakistan and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Technova to the crunk 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Mad Mike,
The Motions,
Faraquet,
T. Rex,
Mission of Burma,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Underground Resistance,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Gun Club,
DNA,
the Bar-Kays,
Sparks,
The Skatalites,
Moss Icon,
Oneida,
Nation of Ulysses,
Au Pairs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wolf Eyes,
Half Japanese,
Judy Mowatt,
Alton Ellis,
The Offenders,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Amazonics,
Slick Rick,
The Saints,
Babytalk,
Das Ding,
The Black Dice,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cecil Taylor,
The Five Americans,
Heaven 17,
New Age Steppers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tom Boy,
The Blackbyrds,
The Slits,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sonic Youth,
The Toasters,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Human League,
The Zeros,
Gastr Del Sol,
A Certain Ratio,
Soul Sonic Force,
Franke,
Theoretical Girls,
Joe Finger,
The Blues Magoos,
Kurtis Blow,
The Human League,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rapeman,
The Moleskins,
Aswad,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.