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 United Kingdom and from Manila.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb 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 Moby Grape to the rap 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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rotary Connection,
Hoover,
Joensuu 1685,
Wolf Eyes,
The Gap Band,
The Names,
Livin' Joy,
Flash Fearless,
Lungfish,
48th St. Collective,
Adolescents,
The Human League,
Reagan Youth,
Brand Nubian,
The Associates,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Real Kids,
June Days,
Tres Demented,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Cowsills,
Sällskapet,
Rakim,
Bobby Womack,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
T. Rex,
The Techniques,
Thompson Twins,
Delon & Dalcan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Frankie Knuckles,
Aloha Tigers,
Stiv Bators,
Crash Course in Science,
Con Funk Shun,
Talk Talk,
La Düsseldorf,
The Busters,
Tim Buckley,
Crispian St. Peters,
Saccharine Trust,
Bluetip,
Mad Mike,
Alice Coltrane,
Patti Smith,
The Dirtbombs,
The Music Machine,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Freddie Wadling,
Chris Corsano,
Skriet,
Avey Tare,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Susan Cadogan,
Chrome,
Dennis Brown,
Fat Boys,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.