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 Vietnam and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sight & Sound to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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 Doors,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Television,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Accadde A,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marine Girls,
Intrusion,
Bang On A Can,
Iggy Pop,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pantytec,
EPMD,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Brand Nubian,
Rites of Spring,
Graham Central Station,
Smog,
Black Moon,
Harry Pussy,
Marvin Gaye,
Faraquet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Charles Mingus,
The Slits,
Organ,
Pussy Galore,
Tomorrow,
CMW,
Peter & Gordon,
Parry Music,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Morten Harket,
The Beau Brummels,
Procol Harum,
kango's stein massive,
Banda Bassotti,
Section 25,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Smoke,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kaleidoscope,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Evens,
Au Pairs,
Leonard Cohen,
Peter and Kerry,
Carl Craig,
The Dead C,
Icehouse,
Pharoah Sanders,
Absolute Body Control,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mary Jane Girls,
The New Christs,
Blossom Toes,
ABC,
Deepchord,
Underground Resistance,
Big Daddy Kane,
Country Teasers,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.