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 Nicaragua and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ 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 Joyce Sims to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Rapeman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Matthew Bourne,
The Stooges,
Cluster,
Deakin,
The Alarm Clocks,
Moss Icon,
Altered Images,
Ralphi Rosario,
Chris & Cosey,
the Soft Cell,
Essential Logic,
Frankie Knuckles,
Susan Cadogan,
Prince Buster,
In Retrospect,
Andrew Hill,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Soul Sonic Force,
Arcadia,
a-ha,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jeff Lynne,
Heaven 17,
Magazine,
U.S. Maple,
Silicon Teens,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Foxx,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Porter Ricks,
Chris Corsano,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joy Division,
Rakim,
Lou Reed,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Sonics,
Howard Jones,
Skarface,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Donny Hathaway,
Glenn Branca,
New Age Steppers,
Icehouse,
The Evens,
The Birthday Party,
Pharoah Sanders,
Boredoms,
Nas,
Scion,
Animal Collective,
Wasted Youth,
The Doobie Brothers,
Negative Approach,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.