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 Kiribati and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Sex Pistols to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
MDC,
the Germs,
Matthew Bourne,
F. McDonald,
Eurythmics,
Supertramp,
The Vogues,
Pantaleimon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Real Kids,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kas Product,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Derrick May,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pussy Galore,
UT,
Bobby Byrd,
The Wake,
DJ Sneak,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Al Stewart,
The Saints,
Make Up,
Rekid,
Funkadelic,
Bush Tetras,
Rufus Thomas,
The Doors,
Nick Fraelich,
Mo-Dettes,
Gichy Dan,
The Dirtbombs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mission of Burma,
Technova,
Piero Umiliani,
The Golliwogs,
Symarip,
Man Parrish,
Chrome,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cecil Taylor,
Simply Red,
Minutemen,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Stockholm Monsters,
10cc,
the Human League,
Slick Rick,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kenny Larkin,
Radiohead,
New York Dolls,
Barry Ungar,
Tropical Tobacco,
Glambeats Corp.,
KRS-One,
Gabor Szabo,
Yusef Lateef,
Infiniti,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.