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 Lesotho and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar 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 Rapeman to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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 Fania All-Stars,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cybotron,
Joey Negro,
LL Cool J,
Circle Jerks,
The Birthday Party,
Steve Hackett,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sun Ra,
H. Thieme,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Smoke,
Skaos,
Man Parrish,
Suicide,
Average White Band,
Procol Harum,
Matthew Halsall,
Marine Girls,
Godley & Creme,
Donny Hathaway,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Little Man,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Saccharine Trust,
Anakelly,
Minutemen,
Aswad,
Vainqueur,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Stiv Bators,
Sparks,
The Count Five,
Malaria!,
Scientists,
Pantytec,
Roxette,
Rakim,
Anthony Braxton,
Pole,
The Young Rascals,
48th St. Collective,
Crispy Ambulance,
Siglo XX,
Excepter,
Sarah Menescal,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Pretty Things,
The Alarm Clocks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Leaves,
Electric Prunes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
cv313,
Dead Boys,
Dark Day,
Motorama,
The Martian,
Bronski Beat,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.