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 Iraq and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Buckinghams,
Lightning Bolt,
One Last Wish,
the Fania All-Stars,
Amon Düül,
Man Eating Sloth,
Yusef Lateef,
Graham Central Station,
Althea and Donna,
Dual Sessions,
H. Thieme,
Rekid,
Amazonics,
Country Joe & The Fish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bill Near,
the Soft Cell,
The Toasters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tubeway Army,
Rites of Spring,
The Slits,
The Cramps,
The Skatalites,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Remains,
The Saints,
Arab on Radar,
A Certain Ratio,
James White and The Blacks,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roxy Music,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Dirtbombs,
Scion,
Ice-T,
Au Pairs,
Joey Negro,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Infiniti,
La Düsseldorf,
Throbbing Gristle,
Stereo Dub,
EPMD,
Crispian St. Peters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Chris & Cosey,
Fat Boys,
The Pretty Things,
World's Most,
Pagans,
Negative Approach,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fatback Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Victims,
The United States of America,
Donny Hathaway,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.