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 Israel and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Rakim to the electroclash 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Barry Ungar,
Arthur Verocai,
Gichy Dan,
Flipper,
H. Thieme,
Sonic Youth,
Dave Gahan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobby Byrd,
John Coltrane,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Move,
Sight & Sound,
Essential Logic,
The Fortunes,
F. McDonald,
Bluetip,
Y Pants,
Schoolly D,
Nik Kershaw,
Agent Orange,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Divine Comedy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
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Lucky Dragons,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joyce Sims,
The Offenders,
Amon Düül,
Duran Duran,
The Young Rascals,
Ronan,
the Bar-Kays,
Hot Snakes,
Goldenarms,
Young Marble Giants,
Adolescents,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rakim,
Soft Machine,
Rosa Yemen,
Tim Buckley,
Desert Stars,
Fad Gadget,
Black Sheep,
Pierre Henry,
Sam Rivers,
The Golliwogs,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Music Machine,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hasil Adkins,
Slick Rick,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Shadows of Knight,
8 Eyed Spy,
Davy DMX,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.