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 Egypt and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kerrie Biddell to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sugar Minott,
Bootsy Collins,
Arthur Verocai,
Pantaleimon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Moebius,
Henry Cow,
Janne Schatter,
The Tremeloes,
Lou Reed,
The Golliwogs,
Bush Tetras,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Guru Guru,
Girls At Our Best!,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Al Stewart,
Procol Harum,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fela Kuti,
The Slits,
Sound Behaviour,
Sandy B,
Chrome,
The Count Five,
The Saints,
Althea and Donna,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eden Ahbez,
Dead Boys,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ornette Coleman,
The Smoke,
Youth Brigade,
X-101,
Man Eating Sloth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Steve Hackett,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Carl Craig,
Black Moon,
Donald Byrd,
Isaac Hayes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Faust,
Half Japanese,
Magazine,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rites of Spring,
Barry Ungar,
Inner City,
Ronnie Foster,
The Kinks,
Porter Ricks,
Intrusion,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Byron Stingily,
the Normal,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bob Dylan,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.