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 Bahamas and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 H. Thieme to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Duran Duran,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Silicon Teens,
Marine Girls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scrapy,
The Divine Comedy,
The Durutti Column,
The Blues Magoos,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tropical Tobacco,
Basic Channel,
Motorama,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Masters at Work,
The Real Kids,
Pulsallama,
The Gladiators,
DNA,
Bobby Womack,
Spandau Ballet,
Nas,
The Doors,
Iggy Pop,
Wasted Youth,
Robert Görl,
The Gap Band,
Alison Limerick,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Erykah Badu,
Fat Boys,
Panda Bear,
Fluxion,
Suicide,
Intrusion,
Bobby Sherman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Guru Guru,
Fear,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tommy Roe,
Peter and Kerry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Godley & Creme,
Mo-Dettes,
Gong,
Little Man,
Dual Sessions,
Los Fastidios,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Walker Brothers,
Supertramp,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ken Boothe,
Al Stewart,
Thee Headcoats,
Ultravox,
Jeru the Damaja,
Barrington Levy,
Boz Scaggs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Swans,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.