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 United States and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro 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 Loose Ends to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Freddie Wadling,
Amon Düül II,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Das Ding,
Second Layer,
Roxette,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Associates,
Barbara Tucker,
Spoonie Gee,
Excepter,
Nirvana,
The Techniques,
Laurel Aitken,
Bob Dylan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Skaos,
Dark Day,
Jacob Miller,
Roxy Music,
Ronnie Foster,
Archie Shepp,
Alice Coltrane,
Avey Tare,
Rotary Connection,
Nation of Ulysses,
L. Decosne,
Fluxion,
The Fall,
John Foxx,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crash Course in Science,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mad Mike,
One Last Wish,
Dennis Brown,
Gil Scott Heron,
Matthew Bourne,
AZ,
Zapp,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Pop Group,
Donny Hathaway,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fad Gadget,
Gang Gang Dance,
Robert Hood,
The Motions,
Tom Boy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobby Womack,
The Blackbyrds,
The Velvet Underground,
Rakim,
Erykah Badu,
La Düsseldorf,
Niagra,
Harmonia,
Mark Hollis,
Ultravox,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.