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 Monaco and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 John Coltrane to the dance 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
David Bowie,
Sugar Minott,
Smog,
Wire,
Michelle Simonal,
Barrington Levy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Howard Jones,
The Busters,
Bauhaus,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Amon Düül,
Faraquet,
the Slits,
Matthew Halsall,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Moon,
EPMD,
The Techniques,
Magma,
DNA,
The Fall,
Audionom,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Real Kids,
Barbara Tucker,
Fatback Band,
Ronnie Foster,
a-ha,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gerry Rafferty,
Al Stewart,
Soft Machine,
T.S.O.L.,
Drexciya,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Harmonia,
Spandau Ballet,
Flash Fearless,
Ituana,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scratch Acid,
Tears for Fears,
Royal Trux,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gang Green,
The Young Rascals,
Prince Buster,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jeru the Damaja,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fuzztones,
Agent Orange,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Black Dice,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.