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 Azerbaijan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Misunderstood to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
The Remains,
Niagra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Five Americans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
DJ Sneak,
Isaac Hayes,
The Standells,
Black Pus,
Tubeway Army,
Altered Images,
The Kinks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Alton Ellis,
Bill Near,
Banda Bassotti,
Scratch Acid,
Q and Not U,
The Gladiators,
Alison Limerick,
MDC,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Schoolly D,
Faraquet,
John Foxx,
H. Thieme,
Camouflage,
Cymande,
the Soft Cell,
Rod Modell,
Rakim,
Joyce Sims,
Flash Fearless,
Judy Mowatt,
Second Layer,
Shoche,
Nation of Ulysses,
Thee Headcoats,
D'Angelo,
The Angels of Light,
Crash Course in Science,
Fat Boys,
Bill Wells,
Grey Daturas,
Aaron Thompson,
Eve St. Jones,
Deadbeat,
Aloha Tigers,
Todd Rundgren,
The Trojans,
T.S.O.L.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Excepter,
Animal Collective,
Davy DMX,
The Walker Brothers,
Average White Band,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.