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 Cyprus and from Accra.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the techno 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Tomorrow,
The Young Rascals,
Matthew Halsall,
Schoolly D,
New York Dolls,
The Smoke,
Con Funk Shun,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sixth Finger,
Connie Case,
The Barracudas,
Grey Daturas,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wally Richardson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
cv313,
The Last Poets,
Scrapy,
Sun City Girls,
The Dirtbombs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Peter & Gordon,
Thee Headcoats,
Pet Shop Boys,
Funky Four + One,
Shuggie Otis,
Althea and Donna,
The Offenders,
June of 44,
Black Bananas,
Severed Heads,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jandek,
Lalo Schifrin,
Stereo Dub,
Black Sheep,
One Last Wish,
Organ,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Q and Not U,
The American Breed,
Underground Resistance,
The Fuzztones,
The Velvet Underground,
Public Image Ltd.,
Davy DMX,
Amazonics,
Joyce Sims,
The Star Department,
The Cramps,
Rotary Connection,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kurtis Blow,
Brothers Johnson,
Todd Terry,
Patti Smith,
Gang Starr,
Mr. Review,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.