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 Luxembourg and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro 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 Radiohead to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
The Victims,
Khruangbin,
Brothers Johnson,
Iggy Pop,
X-102,
The Index,
Procol Harum,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rekid,
Sam Rivers,
Sonny Sharrock,
cv313,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Donald Byrd,
Banda Bassotti,
Porter Ricks,
Quando Quango,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Arab on Radar,
Soft Cell,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
F. McDonald,
The Barracudas,
Lyres,
Boz Scaggs,
Hardrive,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kurtis Blow,
Dawn Penn,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Flash Fearless,
Hashim,
Magma,
Sound Behaviour,
Blancmange,
Eric Copeland,
Symarip,
Q and Not U,
Half Japanese,
Warsaw,
Nico,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobby Womack,
Schoolly D,
Barclay James Harvest,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ponytail,
Clear Light,
The Last Poets,
Lindisfarne,
CMW,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joensuu 1685,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Masters at Work,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Five Americans,
This Heat,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.