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 Romania and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sandy B to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
The Real Kids,
Jeru the Damaja,
Reagan Youth,
DNA,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Patti Smith,
Scratch Acid,
The Associates,
New Order,
Intrusion,
The Raincoats,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cluster,
Boogie Down Productions,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lungfish,
Pussy Galore,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Delta 5,
New York Dolls,
Arthur Verocai,
Alison Limerick,
Gastr Del Sol,
Prince Buster,
Bobby Sherman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Martian,
Joey Negro,
Mantronix,
Derrick Morgan,
Au Pairs,
The Mummies,
Make Up,
Flamin' Groovies,
Grauzone,
Tim Buckley,
Fad Gadget,
Monks,
Max Romeo,
Section 25,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Yazoo,
Minnie Riperton,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sandy B,
Animal Collective,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rosa Yemen,
David Bowie,
Michelle Simonal,
Sugar Minott,
Eric Dolphy,
Organ,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Sonics,
These Immortal Souls,
Camouflage,
Trumans Water,
John Cale,
Spoonie Gee,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.