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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes 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 Hasil Adkins to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
China Crisis,
Glenn Branca,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gang Starr,
The Blues Magoos,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Essential Logic,
The American Breed,
The Barracudas,
Prince Buster,
Mars,
Henry Cow,
Tres Demented,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
X-102,
Mantronix,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
DJ Style,
Organ,
Delta 5,
Agent Orange,
John Cale,
Skarface,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sister Nancy,
Quadrant,
Flash Fearless,
Bad Manners,
Vainqueur,
Minor Threat,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gabor Szabo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rakim,
The Trojans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
June Days,
Lungfish,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ludus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nils Olav,
Crime,
Skriet,
Anakelly,
The Remains,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pussy Galore,
cv313,
Boz Scaggs,
F. McDonald,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Swans,
Letta Mbulu,
Liliput,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lightning Bolt,
David McCallum,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.