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 United States and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb 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 OOIOO to the grime 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Niagra,
Eric Dolphy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dead Boys,
Ossler,
Mad Mike,
Davy DMX,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Neon Judgement,
Interpol,
The Knickerbockers,
David McCallum,
the Slits,
Bill Wells,
Jesper Dahlback,
Junior Murvin,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Schoolly D,
H. Thieme,
Connie Case,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
CMW,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Circle Jerks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ten City,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
JFA,
Kerrie Biddell,
Minutemen,
Anakelly,
Cluster,
Wally Richardson,
Porter Ricks,
Duran Duran,
Fluxion,
Susan Cadogan,
Q and Not U,
Tim Buckley,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
James White and The Blacks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Adolescents,
Cymande,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Negative Approach,
The Standells,
Sixth Finger,
Moby Grape,
Average White Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cheater Slicks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Normal,
The J.B.'s,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.