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 South Sudan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sugar Minott to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Mars,
Scrapy,
Scott Walker,
U.S. Maple,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ice-T,
The Real Kids,
Nik Kershaw,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Neon Judgement,
K-Klass,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bluetip,
Sixth Finger,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Aloha Tigers,
Gong,
Ronnie Foster,
CMW,
Kaleidoscope,
The Names,
Warren Ellis,
Pierre Henry,
The Beau Brummels,
Blossom Toes,
Japan,
New Order,
Todd Terry,
Intrusion,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Procol Harum,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Saccharine Trust,
The Selecter,
Parry Music,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kerri Chandler,
The Skatalites,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Darondo,
Andrew Hill,
Al Stewart,
James White and The Blacks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
kango's stein massive,
The Count Five,
Buzzcocks,
The Wake,
Maleditus Sound,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Monks,
L. Decosne,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jeru the Damaja,
China Crisis,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.