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 Gabon and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar 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 Saccharine Trust to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bill Wells,
Pulsallama,
the Association,
The Happenings,
Crispy Ambulance,
Oblivians,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Magma,
Aaron Thompson,
Anthony Braxton,
The Zeros,
The Dirtbombs,
Cluster,
The Misunderstood,
Pussy Galore,
Jeru the Damaja,
Make Up,
Intrusion,
Minnie Riperton,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Banda Bassotti,
Little Man,
Ronan,
X-101,
the Slits,
Cymande,
The Motions,
Sixth Finger,
Godley & Creme,
Peter and Kerry,
The Busters,
Matthew Bourne,
Jesper Dahlback,
Alton Ellis,
Television Personalities,
The Fortunes,
MDC,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Erykah Badu,
Urselle,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Monks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Yusef Lateef,
Sex Pistols,
Scan 7,
The Associates,
X-Ray Spex,
DJ Sneak,
Gastr Del Sol,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.