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 Turkey and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Skarface to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
World's Most,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Boz Scaggs,
The Neon Judgement,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ken Boothe,
Sonic Youth,
Reuben Wilson,
The Beau Brummels,
Donald Byrd,
Crime,
The Velvet Underground,
MDC,
The Red Krayola,
Morten Harket,
Brass Construction,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fuzztones,
Talk Talk,
DJ Sneak,
Lalann,
Zero Boys,
Wire,
Grandmaster Flash,
X-101,
Spoonie Gee,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soft Cell,
Bang On A Can,
Deepchord,
cv313,
Rekid,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cluster,
Matthew Bourne,
Eli Mardock,
The Five Americans,
John Coltrane,
The Cramps,
Main Source,
Pantytec,
The American Breed,
Franke,
Crooked Eye,
Barclay James Harvest,
Al Stewart,
the Fania All-Stars,
Altered Images,
Glambeats Corp.,
Flipper,
David McCallum,
Jimmy McGriff,
Public Enemy,
The Durutti Column,
Bad Manners,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.