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 Bahrain and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pharoah Sanders to the techno 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Schoolly D,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eden Ahbez,
Maurizio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Flipper,
Trumans Water,
Loose Ends,
The Smoke,
Soulsonic Force,
Vladislav Delay,
Graham Central Station,
Alison Limerick,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Minnie Riperton,
B.T. Express,
The Busters,
Moby Grape,
The United States of America,
Godley & Creme,
Ultra Naté,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Can,
Bush Tetras,
JFA,
Piero Umiliani,
The Golliwogs,
Buzzcocks,
Mad Mike,
Stetsasonic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Grandmaster Flash,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Oblivians,
Terry Callier,
A Certain Ratio,
Rekid,
DJ Sneak,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Stiv Bators,
LL Cool J,
Crooked Eye,
Zero Boys,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aswad,
Blancmange,
Silicon Teens,
Aural Exciters,
Pussy Galore,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jesper Dahlback,
48th St. Collective,
Junior Murvin,
Tom Boy,
Leonard Cohen,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.