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 Luxembourg and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 the Bar-Kays to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Kenny Larkin,
Ken Boothe,
Aloha Tigers,
The Doors,
Smog,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Cure,
Camberwell Now,
LL Cool J,
Matthew Bourne,
Flipper,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Iggy Pop,
Procol Harum,
The Gap Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lou Reed,
Surgeon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fortunes,
The J.B.'s,
Absolute Body Control,
Icehouse,
The Count Five,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eric Dolphy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Reuben Wilson,
Adolescents,
DJ Sneak,
The Monks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Boogie Down Productions,
Josef K,
K-Klass,
Colin Newman,
Soulsonic Force,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Cale,
Hasil Adkins,
Rufus Thomas,
48th St. Collective,
Jeff Mills,
Nils Olav,
Black Pus,
Can,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Neu!,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Oneida,
Heaven 17,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Underground Resistance,
Stetsasonic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Skatalites,
Boredoms,
The Tremeloes,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.