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 Turkmenistan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
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 organ 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 Roxy Music to the techno 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
The Smoke,
Boredoms,
Y Pants,
Yaz,
Los Fastidios,
Echospace,
Unrelated Segments,
The Moleskins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gregory Isaacs,
R.M.O.,
Soul II Soul,
Q65,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Technova,
Agent Orange,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kerri Chandler,
David Axelrod,
Average White Band,
Marine Girls,
Q and Not U,
U.S. Maple,
Crime,
Saccharine Trust,
The Golliwogs,
Scion,
The Martian,
Arcadia,
The Blackbyrds,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Todd Terry,
Subhumans,
Arab on Radar,
Sound Behaviour,
Livin' Joy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Zapp,
The Young Rascals,
The Litter,
Index,
Roxette,
Ludus,
The Invisible,
Nik Kershaw,
Eddi Front,
Morten Harket,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Beau Brummels,
David McCallum,
Talk Talk,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Modern Lovers,
June of 44,
Make Up,
Magazine,
Eric Copeland,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.