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 Uruguay and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Chic 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 Janne Schatter to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Scrapy,
The United States of America,
Roxy Music,
the Normal,
the Sonics,
The Young Rascals,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Infiniti,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Tremeloes,
MC5,
Joensuu 1685,
Byron Stingily,
Graham Central Station,
Bauhaus,
Brothers Johnson,
Terry Callier,
Colin Newman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marc Almond,
Eurythmics,
New Order,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Amon Düül II,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Red Krayola,
Deakin,
Rufus Thomas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dual Sessions,
Sun Ra,
Harmonia,
World's Most,
The Evens,
Eve St. Jones,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Alphaville,
Crooked Eye,
Ken Boothe,
cv313,
The Saints,
The Beau Brummels,
The Martian,
Stetsasonic,
Matthew Bourne,
Procol Harum,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Invisible,
T. Rex,
The Busters,
Lungfish,
Robert Wyatt,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Leaves,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
PIL,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.