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 Ivory Coast and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ 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 June Days to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Subhumans,
Black Pus,
Sister Nancy,
Nick Fraelich,
Pierre Henry,
John Holt,
Archie Shepp,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gil Scott Heron,
Los Fastidios,
Lou Christie,
Mars,
Easy Going,
The Blues Magoos,
Spoonie Gee,
Lebanon Hanover,
Blake Baxter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hot Snakes,
Eve St. Jones,
The Electric Prunes,
the Association,
Erykah Badu,
Inner City,
Sandy B,
The Fugs,
Sun Ra,
Rekid,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Main Source,
Jimmy McGriff,
Donald Byrd,
Schoolly D,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sparks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Robert Hood,
Blancmange,
The Searchers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ralphi Rosario,
Au Pairs,
Erasure,
Saccharine Trust,
Funky Four + One,
Reagan Youth,
Electric Prunes,
The United States of America,
Maurizio,
Y Pants,
Cybotron,
Clear Light,
Scion,
Theoretical Girls,
Qualms,
The Modern Lovers,
Radiohead,
Procol Harum,
One Last Wish,
The Detroit Cobras,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.