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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Byron Stingily to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
The Standells,
Yusef Lateef,
Babytalk,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Buckinghams,
Black Pus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bootsy Collins,
Amon Düül II,
Negative Approach,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Juan Atkins,
MC5,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Howard Jones,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Neon Judgement,
The Detroit Cobras,
June Days,
Cheater Slicks,
The Smiths,
The Young Rascals,
Rekid,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kool Moe Dee,
Camberwell Now,
Eli Mardock,
Flash Fearless,
Malaria!,
Mars,
Peter and Kerry,
Roy Ayers,
Country Teasers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Magazine,
ABBA,
John Holt,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Adolescents,
Urselle,
The Last Poets,
Qualms,
Black Moon,
Cymande,
Section 25,
Terry Callier,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Newcleus,
The Happenings,
Pussy Galore,
Moebius,
The Fall,
Dead Boys,
World's Most,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scratch Acid,
Liliput,
The Searchers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.