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 Pakistan and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bob Dylan to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Yellowson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Brick,
Andrew Hill,
Drexciya,
Sam Rivers,
Public Image Ltd.,
World's Most,
The Martian,
the Fania All-Stars,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Junior Murvin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Harry Pussy,
Thee Headcoats,
Kaleidoscope,
the Slits,
Crispian St. Peters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Swell Maps,
Lightning Bolt,
John Lydon,
The Velvet Underground,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joey Negro,
Sonic Youth,
Malaria!,
Bob Dylan,
X-Ray Spex,
Los Fastidios,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ornette Coleman,
Sparks,
H. Thieme,
Lee Hazlewood,
Shuggie Otis,
Chris Corsano,
Simply Red,
Cymande,
Interpol,
Essential Logic,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pierre Henry,
Q65,
Bobby Byrd,
Reagan Youth,
Lower 48,
Saccharine Trust,
Bush Tetras,
Hasil Adkins,
T.S.O.L.,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Count Five,
The Slackers,
Zero Boys,
Camouflage,
Jeff Mills,
Jacob Miller,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.