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 Bolivia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
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 Underground Resistance to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
The Busters,
Niagra,
Jacob Miller,
The Index,
Hardrive,
Eurythmics,
Kevin Saunderson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Todd Rundgren,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soul II Soul,
The Moody Blues,
Archie Shepp,
ABBA,
The Cramps,
Skaos,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Chris & Cosey,
Connie Case,
Funky Four + One,
Derrick Morgan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pantytec,
The Tremeloes,
The Dead C,
The Remains,
Organ,
Essential Logic,
The Techniques,
Amon Düül,
Visage,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
In Retrospect,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Panda Bear,
Boz Scaggs,
Procol Harum,
Chrome,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gang of Four,
Television Personalities,
OOIOO,
Isaac Hayes,
The Smiths,
The Monks,
The Sonics,
The Real Kids,
The Music Machine,
Blake Baxter,
Echospace,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sound Behaviour,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Steve Hackett,
The J.B.'s,
Cameo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gichy Dan,
The Standells,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.