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 St Lucia and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 LL Cool J to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Accadde A,
The Velvet Underground,
Blossom Toes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Man Eating Sloth,
Maurizio,
Television,
Nirvana,
Jandek,
R.M.O.,
Connie Case,
The Techniques,
MDC,
Franke,
Vladislav Delay,
Graham Central Station,
Mantronix,
The Standells,
The Grass Roots,
Lalo Schifrin,
Man Parrish,
The Count Five,
Thompson Twins,
Neu!,
Sonny Sharrock,
Oblivians,
Charles Mingus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lou Reed,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
D'Angelo,
The Human League,
Tommy Roe,
Monolake,
Aural Exciters,
The Vogues,
Brand Nubian,
The Kinks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eurythmics,
Funky Four + One,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ken Boothe,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Whodini,
the Slits,
John Cale,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Gladiators,
Derrick May,
Thee Headcoats,
Basic Channel,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pagans,
Bad Manners,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.