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 India and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Hot Snakes to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango 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 crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Andrew Hill,
Dennis Brown,
The Motions,
Todd Rundgren,
The Divine Comedy,
Eric Copeland,
Reuben Wilson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Drexciya,
Masters at Work,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rufus Thomas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
B.T. Express,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lower 48,
Johnny Osbourne,
Derrick Morgan,
Hasil Adkins,
The Dead C,
The Monks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Buckinghams,
Thompson Twins,
Accadde A,
The Gories,
Connie Case,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fugazi,
48th St. Collective,
JFA,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lou Christie,
Pantaleimon,
Curtis Mayfield,
cv313,
the Association,
Sex Pistols,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Moleskins,
Ituana,
D'Angelo,
Fat Boys,
Spoonie Gee,
Newcleus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Agent Orange,
Fear,
Crooked Eye,
The Blackbyrds,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Move,
Nas,
Technova,
Robert Hood,
Pantytec,
The Cowsills,
Audionom,
Jeru the Damaja,
U.S. Maple,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.