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 Papua New Guinea and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
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 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 the Germs to the grime 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gang Starr,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Visage,
Japan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Seeds,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bronski Beat,
Ultra Naté,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sparks,
Cal Tjader,
Silicon Teens,
Guru Guru,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fad Gadget,
Country Teasers,
The Cure,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
X-102,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Swans,
Lindisfarne,
MC5,
Reuben Wilson,
cv313,
The Busters,
T.S.O.L.,
Panda Bear,
Joe Smooth,
Audionom,
Scientists,
Albert Ayler,
Aaron Thompson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Vogues,
Laurel Aitken,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Monks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Alison Limerick,
Warsaw,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Don Cherry,
CMW,
Man Eating Sloth,
Michelle Simonal,
Blossom Toes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Neu!,
June of 44,
LL Cool J,
Althea and Donna,
The Pop Group,
JFA,
The Offenders,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.