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 Niger and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ 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 Eli Mardock to the rock 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Lower 48,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mad Mike,
The Names,
Echospace,
Roxette,
Ten City,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
In Retrospect,
ABC,
Sight & Sound,
LL Cool J,
The Slackers,
Tres Demented,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tomorrow,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crooked Eye,
Pere Ubu,
Max Romeo,
The Monks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marc Almond,
Mantronix,
Suburban Knight,
Kayak,
Pylon,
Graham Central Station,
Freddie Wadling,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Evens,
Anakelly,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hasil Adkins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Buzzcocks,
Depeche Mode,
Donny Hathaway,
Royal Trux,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wasted Youth,
Wally Richardson,
Byron Stingily,
Reagan Youth,
ABBA,
The Residents,
The Neon Judgement,
Negative Approach,
EPMD,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dave Gahan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The New Christs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bang On A Can,
Tears for Fears,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.