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 Barbados and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum 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 Bobby Womack to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Young Rascals,
Crispy Ambulance,
Brick,
Soft Cell,
Suicide,
The Standells,
Max Romeo,
Davy DMX,
Metal Thangz,
Dave Gahan,
Simply Red,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fugs,
Rod Modell,
The Misunderstood,
The Monochrome Set,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wasted Youth,
The Beau Brummels,
Cybotron,
June of 44,
Eurythmics,
Accadde A,
Saccharine Trust,
Arthur Verocai,
Chrome,
Banda Bassotti,
Alison Limerick,
Arcadia,
Carl Craig,
Joe Smooth,
Albert Ayler,
The Gladiators,
Drexciya,
Monolake,
Babytalk,
Soft Machine,
Warren Ellis,
Sixth Finger,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fortunes,
Trumans Water,
Aloha Tigers,
Q65,
Pantaleimon,
Vainqueur,
Boz Scaggs,
Procol Harum,
Soul Sonic Force,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soul II Soul,
The Count Five,
John Cale,
Pharoah Sanders,
Brothers Johnson,
Suburban Knight,
Magazine,
Bluetip,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
EPMD,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.