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 Guyana and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord 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 Agitation Free to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Babytalk,
Radiohead,
Outsiders,
The Young Rascals,
Boz Scaggs,
ABBA,
The Saints,
World's Most,
Vladislav Delay,
Sam Rivers,
Wally Richardson,
Make Up,
The Beau Brummels,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pet Shop Boys,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Masters at Work,
Lakeside,
Grandmaster Flash,
Janne Schatter,
Aaron Thompson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Arcadia,
Donny Hathaway,
Pantytec,
Section 25,
Drexciya,
Godley & Creme,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobby Womack,
F. McDonald,
Gang Green,
The Birthday Party,
Darondo,
Camouflage,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Lydon,
Scion,
Pylon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Skriet,
Ornette Coleman,
Stockholm Monsters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Monolake,
The Gun Club,
Agitation Free,
It's A Beautiful Day,
MC5,
Delta 5,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Fania All-Stars,
Inner City,
Sparks,
Technova,
Robert Hood,
Roy Ayers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nik Kershaw,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.