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 Azerbaijan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Hot Snakes to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Kinks,
Mo-Dettes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Faraquet,
Japan,
The Mummies,
Joensuu 1685,
Sam Rivers,
the Germs,
Cluster,
Groovy Waters,
Nirvana,
Grey Daturas,
Kevin Saunderson,
Whodini,
Q and Not U,
Kaleidoscope,
Ponytail,
Leonard Cohen,
The Blackbyrds,
Nas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Standells,
Albert Ayler,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fire Engines,
Joyce Sims,
Tomorrow,
Flipper,
The Index,
Dual Sessions,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Section 25,
Kayak,
Godley & Creme,
PIL,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobby Womack,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Harmonia,
Rakim,
The Tremeloes,
Kerri Chandler,
The Cowsills,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Electric Prunes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Dead C,
CMW,
Jacques Brel,
New Age Steppers,
Kenny Larkin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cheater Slicks,
Parry Music,
Junior Murvin,
Robert Hood,
The Slits,
48th St. Collective,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fatback Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.