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 Tonga and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 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 Bobby Sherman to the punk 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ohio Players,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bang On A Can,
Nick Fraelich,
Aswad,
JFA,
Donald Byrd,
The Cramps,
the Human League,
Jacques Brel,
La Düsseldorf,
Kayak,
Dead Boys,
Tubeway Army,
CMW,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lungfish,
Newcleus,
Boz Scaggs,
Yaz,
Public Enemy,
The Fortunes,
The Dead C,
U.S. Maple,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Normal,
Soul II Soul,
Sixth Finger,
Goldenarms,
Dark Day,
The Toasters,
F. McDonald,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Seeds,
Los Fastidios,
Babytalk,
Grandmaster Flash,
Carl Craig,
Underground Resistance,
Niagra,
The Count Five,
Das Ding,
Lindisfarne,
Robert Hood,
Monks,
Crash Course in Science,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scratch Acid,
The Walker Brothers,
Neu!,
Mission of Burma,
Shuggie Otis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Black Dice,
Derrick Morgan,
Arthur Verocai,
Inner City,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.