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 Panama and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe 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 Oneida to the grunge 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
The Evens,
Dual Sessions,
Procol Harum,
Thompson Twins,
Mantronix,
David Bowie,
The New Christs,
Blossom Toes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bang On A Can,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Selecter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pagans,
Joe Smooth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ohio Players,
Arab on Radar,
Buzzcocks,
Magma,
Angry Samoans,
Marc Almond,
Derrick May,
Gabor Szabo,
Dead Boys,
A Certain Ratio,
Con Funk Shun,
DNA,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gang Starr,
The Barracudas,
Scratch Acid,
Motorama,
Minor Threat,
Rod Modell,
The Index,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Association,
Iggy Pop,
Little Man,
Howard Jones,
Basic Channel,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fugs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fela Kuti,
Slick Rick,
Q65,
Los Fastidios,
Country Teasers,
Kurtis Blow,
Jeff Lynne,
The Music Machine,
Leonard Cohen,
Subhumans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Erykah Badu,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.