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 Swaziland 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Thee Headcoats to the crunk 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Donny Hathaway,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Brass Construction,
Barbara Tucker,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Motions,
Derrick Morgan,
Henry Cow,
Warren Ellis,
Heaven 17,
Graham Central Station,
The Evens,
Electric Prunes,
June of 44,
Amazonics,
Jesper Dahlback,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Alison Limerick,
The Residents,
Faust,
Tres Demented,
Roy Ayers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ituana,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sex Pistols,
Fela Kuti,
Maurizio,
Monks,
L. Decosne,
Thompson Twins,
Half Japanese,
Fluxion,
Bronski Beat,
Deepchord,
Popol Vuh,
Outsiders,
Gang Starr,
UT,
Yaz,
The United States of America,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bush Tetras,
Flash Fearless,
John Holt,
Excepter,
The Pretty Things,
Minny Pops,
Livin' Joy,
June Days,
David McCallum,
Tommy Roe,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.