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 Lebanon and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes 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 Hasil Adkins to the grime 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Underground Resistance,
F. McDonald,
Inner City,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Stetsasonic,
Bootsy Collins,
Albert Ayler,
Morten Harket,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soulsonic Force,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Association,
The Cowsills,
Neu!,
Grey Daturas,
Dorothy Ashby,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ten City,
Sparks,
Agent Orange,
Sight & Sound,
Eurythmics,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Chrome,
Bluetip,
Royal Trux,
The Mummies,
Slick Rick,
Lalann,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bronski Beat,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fluxion,
Das Ding,
Angry Samoans,
the Human League,
Qualms,
Patti Smith,
Barrington Levy,
The Litter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eden Ahbez,
Country Teasers,
Glenn Branca,
Monolake,
Gong,
Alice Coltrane,
Boz Scaggs,
Public Enemy,
The Red Krayola,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scott Walker,
Amazonics,
The Victims,
Pagans,
New Age Steppers,
Ice-T,
Avey Tare,
Jawbox,
Symarip,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.