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 Yemen and from London.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 the Sonics to the rock 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Siglo XX,
Echospace,
The Raincoats,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Harmonia,
Gerry Rafferty,
Patti Smith,
Tropical Tobacco,
Index,
John Lydon,
Wasted Youth,
Reagan Youth,
Can,
Aloha Tigers,
Royal Trux,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bill Near,
Pole,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Beau Brummels,
Country Teasers,
48th St. Collective,
Minny Pops,
The Smiths,
The Invisible,
The Seeds,
Tomorrow,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Albert Ayler,
Todd Terry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Grey Daturas,
Lalann,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Boz Scaggs,
Amazonics,
Masters at Work,
Lou Christie,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Associates,
The Human League,
Terry Callier,
Jesper Dahlback,
Aural Exciters,
Black Moon,
Byron Stingily,
Mandrill,
AZ,
Swell Maps,
World's Most,
Johnny Osbourne,
Silicon Teens,
Motorama,
Curtis Mayfield,
ABC,
Black Sheep,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.