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 Thailand and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Tubeway Army to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Livin' Joy,
Arthur Verocai,
Alton Ellis,
Scrapy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Siglo XX,
The Fire Engines,
Excepter,
Prince Buster,
June of 44,
Funky Four + One,
The J.B.'s,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crooked Eye,
Erykah Badu,
Echospace,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roy Ayers,
Lou Reed,
Silicon Teens,
Eve St. Jones,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Average White Band,
Nick Fraelich,
The Associates,
Boz Scaggs,
Freddie Wadling,
Procol Harum,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Association,
Shuggie Otis,
The Fuzztones,
The Blues Magoos,
EPMD,
Qualms,
Lalann,
La Düsseldorf,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ludus,
Joe Finger,
The Mojo Men,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soulsonic Force,
Desert Stars,
Scratch Acid,
A Certain Ratio,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joy Division,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Carl Craig,
cv313,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sonic Youth,
Gerry Rafferty,
T. Rex,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.