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 Israel and from Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 The Motions to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Clear Light,
Royal Trux,
Susan Cadogan,
Faraquet,
Shoche,
Kenny Larkin,
Suburban Knight,
Surgeon,
Audionom,
Zapp,
The Monochrome Set,
The Mummies,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Anakelly,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
These Immortal Souls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gil Scott Heron,
Maleditus Sound,
Scan 7,
The Velvet Underground,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Mojo Men,
Dawn Penn,
Erykah Badu,
Sparks,
Wolf Eyes,
Jerry's Kids,
Don Cherry,
Aaron Thompson,
Camouflage,
Yaz,
Ken Boothe,
Ronan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Slits,
Drexciya,
Sixth Finger,
Sight & Sound,
The Cramps,
Black Sheep,
Con Funk Shun,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Fania All-Stars,
Talk Talk,
Amon Düül II,
Fugazi,
Pere Ubu,
Gerry Rafferty,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
James White and The Blacks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Darondo,
Guru Guru,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.