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 Saudi Arabia and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Lalann,
Sun Ra,
The Cowsills,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cybotron,
Japan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ituana,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eddi Front,
Lou Reed,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Holt,
Chrome,
Drexciya,
OOIOO,
Brand Nubian,
Eric Copeland,
Quadrant,
The Sonics,
Rekid,
10cc,
Warsaw,
Crime,
The Cramps,
Max Romeo,
The Velvet Underground,
Gong,
Brass Construction,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lakeside,
Joe Smooth,
Interpol,
Make Up,
Ronan,
Second Layer,
Barry Ungar,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fugazi,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Aswad,
D'Angelo,
Alphaville,
Nation of Ulysses,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Prince Buster,
The Standells,
Eden Ahbez,
Boogie Down Productions,
CMW,
Fat Boys,
Talk Talk,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rufus Thomas,
Public Enemy,
The Durutti Column,
Surgeon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.