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 Finland and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 June of 44 to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hoover,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kas Product,
This Heat,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Skarface,
Lalo Schifrin,
Q65,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobby Sherman,
X-102,
Howard Jones,
Animal Collective,
Cal Tjader,
Gil Scott Heron,
Flamin' Groovies,
Motorama,
Qualms,
Black Pus,
Lungfish,
Rosa Yemen,
The Young Rascals,
H. Thieme,
PIL,
Underground Resistance,
Barclay James Harvest,
Hardrive,
Isaac Hayes,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Pretty Things,
The Selecter,
Duran Duran,
The Dave Clark Five,
Robert Görl,
Mo-Dettes,
Pussy Galore,
Leonard Cohen,
Flipper,
Lightning Bolt,
Kenny Larkin,
Basic Channel,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bootsy Collins,
Tropical Tobacco,
Public Enemy,
The New Christs,
Goldenarms,
Lee Hazlewood,
Faust,
Country Teasers,
Siglo XX,
The American Breed,
Section 25,
Boogie Down Productions,
Can,
Mandrill,
Cybotron,
The Angels of Light,
The Skatalites,
Juan Atkins,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.