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 Nicaragua and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar 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 Rod Modell to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
MC5,
Index,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
In Retrospect,
Darondo,
Eden Ahbez,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Electric Prunes,
Fluxion,
Ronan,
UT,
Qualms,
Wasted Youth,
The Moody Blues,
Hoover,
FM Einheit,
Fat Boys,
Andrew Hill,
The Golliwogs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Iggy Pop,
Make Up,
Sam Rivers,
The Leaves,
Bobby Hutcherson,
48th St. Collective,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Gladiators,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bill Near,
Bobby Byrd,
The Sonics,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ituana,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Moleskins,
Agent Orange,
Alice Coltrane,
Ken Boothe,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sexual Harrassment,
Michelle Simonal,
The Five Americans,
Bang On A Can,
Liliput,
Malaria!,
Idris Muhammad,
Rufus Thomas,
the Slits,
Roxy Music,
Symarip,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lou Reed,
World's Most,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
These Immortal Souls,
Inner City,
Minny Pops,
Sixth Finger,
kango's stein massive,
Mr. Review,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.