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 Tanzania and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
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 harpsichord 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 Gang Green to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Yusef Lateef,
One Last Wish,
The Monochrome Set,
The Doobie Brothers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Stereo Dub,
Chris Corsano,
MDC,
Slave,
Lindisfarne,
Eric Copeland,
K-Klass,
Sixth Finger,
The Remains,
Al Stewart,
Dennis Brown,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tears for Fears,
These Immortal Souls,
Ornette Coleman,
Public Image Ltd.,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fall,
Darondo,
Hardrive,
Black Pus,
L. Decosne,
Jacques Brel,
The Zeros,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roy Ayers,
The Slackers,
Minny Pops,
DJ Sneak,
Black Sheep,
Pantytec,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Niagra,
Siglo XX,
The Moleskins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Prince Buster,
U.S. Maple,
Interpol,
Fluxion,
Donny Hathaway,
Barry Ungar,
The Shadows of Knight,
Motorama,
Althea and Donna,
Blake Baxter,
The Gladiators,
Joe Smooth,
Kenny Larkin,
Davy DMX,
Heaven 17,
Sällskapet,
Joe Finger,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.