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 Netherlands and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the funk 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lakeside,
Suburban Knight,
Sound Behaviour,
Thee Headcoats,
Barbara Tucker,
the Normal,
The Barracudas,
Fugazi,
Carl Craig,
Hoover,
Leonard Cohen,
Banda Bassotti,
Camouflage,
Albert Ayler,
The Shadows of Knight,
Technova,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Human League,
Outsiders,
Lindisfarne,
The Standells,
Kevin Saunderson,
Derrick Morgan,
Au Pairs,
Infiniti,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gabor Szabo,
The Searchers,
Rotary Connection,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Young Rascals,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
8 Eyed Spy,
Severed Heads,
Deakin,
Blossom Toes,
The United States of America,
Cal Tjader,
Nick Fraelich,
Bauhaus,
Youth Brigade,
B.T. Express,
Bobby Sherman,
Monolake,
The Real Kids,
Mars,
Lalann,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Holt,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Brass Construction,
The Sonics,
Wire,
The Cramps,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lou Christie,
DJ Sneak,
Joe Smooth,
Surgeon,
Ronan,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.