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 Japan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the grime 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Can,
Pharoah Sanders,
Traffic Nightmare,
Magma,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Angry Samoans,
One Last Wish,
The Buckinghams,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eric Copeland,
Connie Case,
Pole,
The Blackbyrds,
Donny Hathaway,
Nick Fraelich,
Patti Smith,
Rhythm & Sound,
Accadde A,
Sam Rivers,
The Sonics,
Fluxion,
Reuben Wilson,
Public Enemy,
Agitation Free,
The Divine Comedy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jesper Dahlback,
Arthur Verocai,
La Düsseldorf,
Janne Schatter,
The Slits,
Minny Pops,
Ultimate Spinach,
Y Pants,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Deadbeat,
Subhumans,
OOIOO,
Whodini,
Reagan Youth,
Yusef Lateef,
New Order,
The Happenings,
T.S.O.L.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Amon Düül II,
Second Layer,
June Days,
H. Thieme,
Fad Gadget,
Monks,
Audionom,
The Blues Magoos,
Television Personalities,
The Smiths,
Grey Daturas,
The Techniques,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.