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 France and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
the Sonics,
Brand Nubian,
Echospace,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cecil Taylor,
The Cramps,
DJ Sneak,
Animal Collective,
Pussy Galore,
A Certain Ratio,
June Days,
Glenn Branca,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bluetip,
Intrusion,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Slits,
Josef K,
Toni Rubio,
Soft Machine,
Kenny Larkin,
Angry Samoans,
The Zeros,
Sonic Youth,
Pere Ubu,
The Golliwogs,
Unrelated Segments,
Von Mondo,
Barry Ungar,
The Mojo Men,
Reuben Wilson,
Godley & Creme,
The Last Poets,
X-102,
Bobby Byrd,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Flash Fearless,
Mr. Review,
Matthew Bourne,
Scientists,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bronski Beat,
Y Pants,
Nas,
Nico,
Grey Daturas,
Saccharine Trust,
Barbara Tucker,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Blancmange,
Chrome,
Lungfish,
Q and Not U,
The Litter,
The Martian,
X-Ray Spex,
kango's stein massive,
D'Angelo,
Bang On A Can,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.