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 Gambia and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb 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 Terry Callier to the grunge 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Morten Harket,
Eden Ahbez,
Junior Murvin,
Easy Going,
Tommy Roe,
The Tremeloes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Flipper,
X-Ray Spex,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Niagra,
Slave,
Radiopuhelimet,
Drive Like Jehu,
Matthew Bourne,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Names,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Buckinghams,
Brothers Johnson,
Mo-Dettes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Warsaw,
Joe Smooth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crime,
The Index,
World's Most,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Young Marble Giants,
Minny Pops,
James White and The Blacks,
Lyres,
F. McDonald,
Maurizio,
Half Japanese,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lightning Bolt,
John Foxx,
Gang Starr,
Inner City,
Moss Icon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Brand Nubian,
Erasure,
Rekid,
Gong,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Monochrome Set,
Agent Orange,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Minnie Riperton,
Los Fastidios,
Youth Brigade,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Funky Four + One,
Electric Prunes,
Toni Rubio,
Fatback Band,
Second Layer,
The Fugs,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.