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 Grenada and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
The Busters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Shadows of Knight,
Grandmaster Flash,
Morten Harket,
Index,
China Crisis,
Electric Prunes,
Funkadelic,
Harpers Bizarre,
Arab on Radar,
Joe Finger,
Angry Samoans,
Newcleus,
Livin' Joy,
The Birthday Party,
Wasted Youth,
Rod Modell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Cale,
Robert Görl,
Alton Ellis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Oblivians,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Velvet Underground,
Panda Bear,
The Barracudas,
Bobby Sherman,
The Remains,
Ultravox,
Flamin' Groovies,
Connie Case,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nas,
Q65,
The Dead C,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Unwound,
Todd Rundgren,
Thompson Twins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tommy Roe,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Man Parrish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
L. Decosne,
Joey Negro,
Robert Hood,
Bronski Beat,
Absolute Body Control,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Model 500,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eric B and Rakim,
Donny Hathaway,
Neil Young,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Golliwogs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.