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 China and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
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 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 the Bar-Kays to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Reagan Youth,
The Young Rascals,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lou Reed,
Ice-T,
Urselle,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Henry Cow,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Althea and Donna,
UT,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mad Mike,
The Sound,
Eric Dolphy,
Neu!,
Rod Modell,
Avey Tare,
Soul Sonic Force,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Stooges,
Isaac Hayes,
Cybotron,
Bad Manners,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pantaleimon,
Vainqueur,
Angry Samoans,
Gichy Dan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joey Negro,
Black Sheep,
Anthony Braxton,
These Immortal Souls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Glenn Branca,
Dennis Brown,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Moody Blues,
Lyres,
Nirvana,
The Last Poets,
Black Bananas,
Banda Bassotti,
Schoolly D,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bronski Beat,
Babytalk,
Parry Music,
Bootsy Collins,
The Techniques,
John Coltrane,
Max Romeo,
Deadbeat,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Alphaville,
The Dead C,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hasil Adkins,
Junior Murvin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.