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 Equatorial Guinea and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Franke,
Liliput,
the Germs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Swans,
Boredoms,
Hasil Adkins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Drive Like Jehu,
This Heat,
DJ Style,
Ultravox,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cameo,
Groovy Waters,
Grey Daturas,
Lee Hazlewood,
Derrick May,
Sixth Finger,
Wire,
Bad Manners,
Icehouse,
Juan Atkins,
Joensuu 1685,
Model 500,
Quantec,
kango's stein massive,
Lightning Bolt,
Anakelly,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cluster,
Fatback Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Alice Coltrane,
Matthew Bourne,
Y Pants,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kerri Chandler,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Sheep,
Camouflage,
Rufus Thomas,
Procol Harum,
Don Cherry,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gang of Four,
Joey Negro,
The Skatalites,
Yusef Lateef,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Toni Rubio,
Camberwell Now,
Flipper,
Throbbing Gristle,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Bananas,
Ohio Players,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.