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 Philippines 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar 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 Con Funk Shun to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
The Mojo Men,
Big Daddy Kane,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Flash Fearless,
Scientists,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
cv313,
Brothers Johnson,
Howard Jones,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Prince Buster,
Grauzone,
Theoretical Girls,
La Düsseldorf,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
PIL,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Barracudas,
Mandrill,
Juan Atkins,
Avey Tare,
Altered Images,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Gun Club,
Pet Shop Boys,
David Bowie,
Pagans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Negative Approach,
Fugazi,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marc Almond,
Supertramp,
Chris & Cosey,
Khruangbin,
The Detroit Cobras,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mr. Review,
The Knickerbockers,
Roy Ayers,
The Golliwogs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Boz Scaggs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Leaves,
The Slackers,
Michelle Simonal,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The J.B.'s,
Harmonia,
The Cramps,
Maurizio,
Amon Düül,
Eric Dolphy,
Alphaville,
Mo-Dettes,
Blancmange,
Con Funk Shun,
The Blackbyrds,
Lungfish,
Spoonie Gee,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.