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 Tajikistan and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe 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 Kas Product to the rap 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Smog,
The Doors,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mark Hollis,
Toni Rubio,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Aural Exciters,
Pole,
The Litter,
The Offenders,
Oneida,
The Knickerbockers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ken Boothe,
EPMD,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Altered Images,
Second Layer,
The Smoke,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Boredoms,
Stiv Bators,
Brass Construction,
Grauzone,
Subhumans,
Duran Duran,
Robert Hood,
Newcleus,
Mad Mike,
The Fuzztones,
Rufus Thomas,
Eve St. Jones,
OOIOO,
Mo-Dettes,
Josef K,
Judy Mowatt,
Neu!,
John Lydon,
Mr. Review,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Zero Boys,
The Five Americans,
Idris Muhammad,
The Angels of Light,
Arab on Radar,
Roger Hodgson,
Banda Bassotti,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Brothers Johnson,
The Cowsills,
Sparks,
Siglo XX,
Fugazi,
Motorama,
Piero Umiliani,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Names,
Angry Samoans,
Amazonics,
New Age Steppers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.