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 Luxembourg and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet 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 Archie Shepp to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Gap Band,
The Fortunes,
Nik Kershaw,
Excepter,
Lakeside,
The Buckinghams,
Liliput,
The Five Americans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nation of Ulysses,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Robert Wyatt,
Sexual Harrassment,
Schoolly D,
Connie Case,
Camberwell Now,
Morten Harket,
a-ha,
Country Joe & The Fish,
8 Eyed Spy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Alton Ellis,
Cluster,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Idris Muhammad,
FM Einheit,
Half Japanese,
10cc,
Eric Dolphy,
Lou Christie,
Hoover,
T.S.O.L.,
Crooked Eye,
Donald Byrd,
Dual Sessions,
Blossom Toes,
Bootsy Collins,
Judy Mowatt,
Circle Jerks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Altered Images,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Surgeon,
The Mummies,
Derrick Morgan,
Ponytail,
Porter Ricks,
Bluetip,
Simply Red,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Leaves,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Mojo Men,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tears for Fears,
The United States of America,
Alice Coltrane,
K-Klass,
Mr. Review,
the Soft Cell,
X-101,
Yellowson,
Marmalade,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.