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 Mexico and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Crooked Eye,
Boz Scaggs,
Pulsallama,
Echospace,
Tubeway Army,
James Chance & The Contortions,
James White and The Blacks,
The Gories,
Wings,
Half Japanese,
Bad Manners,
The Smoke,
Malaria!,
Kayak,
The Dirtbombs,
Godley & Creme,
Absolute Body Control,
Mad Mike,
Neil Young,
Magma,
Pharoah Sanders,
Porter Ricks,
Suburban Knight,
the Germs,
Johnny Clarke,
Grandmaster Flash,
Organ,
The Monochrome Set,
Tears for Fears,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Mojo Men,
Lebanon Hanover,
Barbara Tucker,
The Techniques,
Tomorrow,
Deepchord,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Swans,
Ken Boothe,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kerrie Biddell,
Camberwell Now,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Radio Birdman,
Alice Coltrane,
The Blackbyrds,
One Last Wish,
Lower 48,
The Selecter,
Hardrive,
Bronski Beat,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
LL Cool J,
The Kinks,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
MC5,
Average White Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Popol Vuh,
Tommy Roe,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.