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 Sierra Leone and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Interpol,
Skriet,
Carl Craig,
Hashim,
Motorama,
Black Sheep,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eve St. Jones,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
These Immortal Souls,
Joe Smooth,
Dual Sessions,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bluetip,
Peter & Gordon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roxy Music,
Scion,
Model 500,
Average White Band,
Shoche,
John Coltrane,
Vainqueur,
the Swans,
the Normal,
The Buckinghams,
Jeff Lynne,
Lee Hazlewood,
Graham Central Station,
Nico,
Cluster,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Matthew Bourne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Kinks,
Lucky Dragons,
Bill Wells,
The American Breed,
Marine Girls,
Mad Mike,
AZ,
The Fall,
Howard Jones,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Arab on Radar,
Rosa Yemen,
Lightning Bolt,
Agitation Free,
Crash Course in Science,
Hasil Adkins,
Organ,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Thee Headcoats,
The Offenders,
X-Ray Spex,
Blancmange,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.