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 Hungary and from Portland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar 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 Erykah Badu to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Flash Fearless,
Unwound,
Cybotron,
The J.B.'s,
Sugar Minott,
Nico,
B.T. Express,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Motions,
Easy Going,
Monolake,
Nas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
David McCallum,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Sound,
The Birthday Party,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ponytail,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Moleskins,
Derrick Morgan,
The Last Poets,
Dennis Brown,
Brand Nubian,
Qualms,
Aural Exciters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Searchers,
Subhumans,
Janne Schatter,
The Pretty Things,
Rod Modell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mantronix,
Spoonie Gee,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Parry Music,
LL Cool J,
48th St. Collective,
Quadrant,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gang Starr,
Harmonia,
Faraquet,
Freddie Wadling,
Babytalk,
JFA,
Erykah Badu,
The Tremeloes,
Franke,
The United States of America,
Joe Smooth,
Warren Ellis,
Swell Maps,
The Blues Magoos,
Tommy Roe,
The Neon Judgement,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.