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 Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the punk 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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Joe Smooth,
Jeru the Damaja,
Traffic Nightmare,
Peter and Kerry,
Theoretical Girls,
Soul II Soul,
The Kinks,
Gang Green,
The Velvet Underground,
Chrome,
The Monks,
John Holt,
Average White Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Silicon Teens,
Grandmaster Flash,
Y Pants,
New Age Steppers,
Lalann,
Pierre Henry,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ultra Naté,
DNA,
Marmalade,
Kayak,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Technova,
World's Most,
Pet Shop Boys,
Agent Orange,
Mr. Review,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eurythmics,
The Moody Blues,
Soft Machine,
La Düsseldorf,
Clear Light,
Sonic Youth,
Visage,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Brass Construction,
U.S. Maple,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Boz Scaggs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Toni Rubio,
Yusef Lateef,
Alton Ellis,
Judy Mowatt,
Andrew Hill,
Supertramp,
Roxy Music,
Mo-Dettes,
Mantronix,
Dennis Brown,
Vladislav Delay,
The Count Five,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.