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 Argentina and from New York.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro 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 Offenders to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Warren Ellis,
Los Fastidios,
Kool Moe Dee,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Girls At Our Best!,
ABC,
Clear Light,
Television Personalities,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ossler,
Junior Murvin,
The Music Machine,
Funkadelic,
L. Decosne,
Fatback Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Letta Mbulu,
Gichy Dan,
Sparks,
Morten Harket,
Mo-Dettes,
Rites of Spring,
The Names,
Blancmange,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fuzztones,
Scan 7,
Lebanon Hanover,
Outsiders,
FM Einheit,
Matthew Halsall,
Joe Finger,
The Motions,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Faust,
The Misunderstood,
Niagra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Warsaw,
Guru Guru,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marmalade,
Khruangbin,
the Slits,
June of 44,
David Bowie,
Metal Thangz,
the Association,
Bush Tetras,
Zapp,
Model 500,
Prince Buster,
Scientists,
Au Pairs,
Harmonia,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Livin' Joy,
Monks,
Roger Hodgson,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.