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 Sri Lanka and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Skaos to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wasted Youth,
Jeff Mills,
DJ Style,
Das Ding,
Bob Dylan,
Nirvana,
Boz Scaggs,
Ornette Coleman,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Alarm Clocks,
Erykah Badu,
Youth Brigade,
Moebius,
China Crisis,
The Wake,
Symarip,
Black Moon,
The Blackbyrds,
X-Ray Spex,
the Normal,
Groovy Waters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joe Finger,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Stereo Dub,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Slackers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Freddie Wadling,
Brothers Johnson,
The Smoke,
Accadde A,
a-ha,
Byron Stingily,
Barbara Tucker,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Barracudas,
Underground Resistance,
Roxy Music,
The Offenders,
Marine Girls,
Todd Rundgren,
Rakim,
Audionom,
Todd Terry,
John Holt,
Public Enemy,
Aswad,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Minnie Riperton,
The Skatalites,
Make Up,
Glenn Branca,
Gang Starr,
The Star Department,
Matthew Bourne,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.