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 Suriname and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Inner City to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Thee Headcoats,
the Normal,
AZ,
Soulsonic Force,
Toni Rubio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Matthew Bourne,
Lyres,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kayak,
Can,
Ten City,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Agitation Free,
The Slackers,
Marvin Gaye,
Lalann,
Stetsasonic,
The Move,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Saints,
Camouflage,
Ronan,
Infiniti,
Scrapy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scratch Acid,
KRS-One,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
UT,
The Vogues,
Franke,
Rufus Thomas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Zero Boys,
10cc,
Radio Birdman,
A Certain Ratio,
Davy DMX,
Arthur Verocai,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Invisible,
One Last Wish,
Boredoms,
Roy Ayers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Beau Brummels,
The Velvet Underground,
Avey Tare,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Barracudas,
Gang of Four,
Lucky Dragons,
Tommy Roe,
Joy Division,
Chris & Cosey,
48th St. Collective,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Japan,
Pulsallama,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.