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 Spain and from Mumbai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 at the first Suicide 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the electroclash 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Cymande,
Ultravox,
The Trojans,
Morten Harket,
The Black Dice,
Au Pairs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sun Ra,
Drexciya,
Livin' Joy,
ABC,
New Age Steppers,
Albert Ayler,
X-102,
EPMD,
Aswad,
Stereo Dub,
Trumans Water,
Inner City,
Dorothy Ashby,
Icehouse,
Wings,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Alice Coltrane,
Sixth Finger,
The Fortunes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Babytalk,
Pantaleimon,
Iggy Pop,
John Cale,
Circle Jerks,
Lalann,
Andrew Hill,
Skarface,
Deadbeat,
Nas,
Black Bananas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Monks,
Los Fastidios,
the Human League,
Angry Samoans,
Sällskapet,
Wasted Youth,
Reagan Youth,
Index,
The Kinks,
Gabor Szabo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Y Pants,
Grey Daturas,
Throbbing Gristle,
Slick Rick,
Fad Gadget,
Hardrive,
Erykah Badu,
Barrington Levy,
Minor Threat,
Eli Mardock,
Amon Düül II,
Tom Boy,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.