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 Senegal and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Desert Stars to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Make Up,
Model 500,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marine Girls,
Amon Düül II,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dead Boys,
LL Cool J,
Brass Construction,
Laurel Aitken,
The United States of America,
Intrusion,
Pole,
Slave,
The Pop Group,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Bar-Kays,
Camberwell Now,
Terry Callier,
Archie Shepp,
Qualms,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Magma,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sällskapet,
MDC,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joensuu 1685,
The Residents,
Soft Machine,
Carl Craig,
Oneida,
Patti Smith,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Gun Club,
Letta Mbulu,
Davy DMX,
Sound Behaviour,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Grass Roots,
Glambeats Corp.,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dennis Brown,
The New Christs,
Josef K,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Simply Red,
Al Stewart,
FM Einheit,
Ronnie Foster,
Faust,
Warren Ellis,
This Heat,
Drexciya,
Lindisfarne,
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.