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 Morocco and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Pop Group to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nas,
Bush Tetras,
The Angels of Light,
Rites of Spring,
The Knickerbockers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sam Rivers,
David McCallum,
Janne Schatter,
Warren Ellis,
Morten Harket,
The Moody Blues,
Ponytail,
Lungfish,
The Tremeloes,
Skaos,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Television Personalities,
The Fugs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Shuggie Otis,
Gabor Szabo,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fortunes,
The Standells,
Grauzone,
Eden Ahbez,
John Cale,
Audionom,
OOIOO,
Icehouse,
Kerrie Biddell,
Electric Prunes,
Al Stewart,
Brand Nubian,
Black Bananas,
Juan Atkins,
Von Mondo,
Don Cherry,
Rufus Thomas,
Roy Ayers,
Bobby Sherman,
Charles Mingus,
Barbara Tucker,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sight & Sound,
kango's stein massive,
Scion,
Lou Christie,
Black Sheep,
Frankie Knuckles,
Average White Band,
Duran Duran,
Stiv Bators,
Chris & Cosey,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
a-ha,
Rosa Yemen,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.