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 Kiribati and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 The Durutti Column to the punk 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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Bobby Hutcherson,
New Age Steppers,
Zero Boys,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Chrome,
the Bar-Kays,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Trumans Water,
The Slits,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Blossom Toes,
Los Fastidios,
Ronan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Busters,
48th St. Collective,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Sonics,
Wally Richardson,
The New Christs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lindisfarne,
Skarface,
The Monochrome Set,
Ornette Coleman,
Hasil Adkins,
June of 44,
The Music Machine,
Robert Hood,
Yazoo,
Prince Buster,
The Fugs,
Eli Mardock,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Joy Division,
Make Up,
Slick Rick,
The Selecter,
Bush Tetras,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Durutti Column,
Fatback Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kaleidoscope,
The Moleskins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Golliwogs,
the Soft Cell,
Oneida,
The Blues Magoos,
Spoonie Gee,
Quantec,
The Star Department,
Fugazi,
cv313,
Joey Negro,
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.