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 Tunisia and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Chris Corsano to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
T. Rex,
New York Dolls,
Eric Copeland,
Connie Case,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Don Cherry,
Mark Hollis,
Sister Nancy,
Barry Ungar,
Peter & Gordon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tom Boy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roxy Music,
Angry Samoans,
Dual Sessions,
Soul Sonic Force,
Los Fastidios,
Sex Pistols,
The Cramps,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Little Man,
Slick Rick,
Crooked Eye,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Alison Limerick,
Dead Boys,
Duran Duran,
Accadde A,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roxette,
Ronan,
Nils Olav,
Reuben Wilson,
The Litter,
Das Ding,
Joey Negro,
Soft Cell,
Mad Mike,
Lou Christie,
Gregory Isaacs,
Quantec,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gichy Dan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Reagan Youth,
Ituana,
The Neon Judgement,
Bush Tetras,
Tres Demented,
Oneida,
Black Pus,
Max Romeo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Thee Headcoats,
Intrusion,
Freddie Wadling,
Lalo Schifrin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobby Womack,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.