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 Italy and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Move to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
10cc,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Prince Buster,
Visage,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Derrick Morgan,
Sandy B,
The Electric Prunes,
The Cramps,
ABC,
Model 500,
The Grass Roots,
Depeche Mode,
Lalann,
the Normal,
Lakeside,
Wasted Youth,
Second Layer,
Joe Finger,
Reagan Youth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Negative Approach,
Delta 5,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Moebius,
F. McDonald,
Freddie Wadling,
The Mojo Men,
Michelle Simonal,
Swans,
China Crisis,
Yusef Lateef,
Mars,
Sex Pistols,
Kaleidoscope,
X-102,
Television Personalities,
Alice Coltrane,
Buzzcocks,
Hoover,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lou Reed,
Andrew Hill,
Jacques Brel,
Davy DMX,
Monolake,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Yellowson,
Ituana,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
UT,
Nico,
Sugar Minott,
Qualms,
Black Moon,
Ultravox,
The Move,
Banda Bassotti,
Bush Tetras,
Wally Richardson,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.