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 France and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Skatalites to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
ABBA,
The Smiths,
The Misunderstood,
Neil Young,
Cameo,
Jeff Lynne,
The Moody Blues,
The Victims,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
New York Dolls,
Kaleidoscope,
Mars,
Vainqueur,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
K-Klass,
Ituana,
Alice Coltrane,
Von Mondo,
Aaron Thompson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Patti Smith,
Underground Resistance,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Cowsills,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Count Five,
Dead Boys,
X-Ray Spex,
Goldenarms,
a-ha,
Outsiders,
Stereo Dub,
Robert Wyatt,
Amon Düül,
Scientists,
Fatback Band,
DJ Sneak,
Davy DMX,
Buzzcocks,
Cecil Taylor,
Yazoo,
Nick Fraelich,
Idris Muhammad,
Lee Hazlewood,
Basic Channel,
June Days,
Cheater Slicks,
Sun Ra,
Roxette,
Talk Talk,
Radiohead,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jacob Miller,
Angry Samoans,
Intrusion,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Los Fastidios,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.