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 Chad and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Niagra to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes 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?
Terry Callier,
Crooked Eye,
Fluxion,
Lower 48,
Aaron Thompson,
Von Mondo,
Roger Hodgson,
Los Fastidios,
Basic Channel,
Joe Smooth,
the Human League,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ludus,
Bronski Beat,
Al Stewart,
Laurel Aitken,
Joyce Sims,
The Invisible,
Sandy B,
The Fortunes,
Urselle,
Smog,
Banda Bassotti,
Delta 5,
E-Dancer,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rakim,
Cymande,
Yellowson,
The Gories,
The Monochrome Set,
June of 44,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wire,
Procol Harum,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Saccharine Trust,
T.S.O.L.,
MC5,
Dawn Penn,
Marcia Griffiths,
AZ,
It's A Beautiful Day,
JFA,
The Buckinghams,
Pylon,
Flipper,
The Blues Magoos,
Spoonie Gee,
Camouflage,
Slick Rick,
Brick,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tim Buckley,
Kenny Larkin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Outsiders,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.