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 Fiji and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soul II Soul,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The J.B.'s,
The American Breed,
Ronnie Foster,
Susan Cadogan,
the Soft Cell,
Section 25,
Scrapy,
Rakim,
Surgeon,
Junior Murvin,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fort Wilson Riot,
June Days,
Hoover,
Man Parrish,
Hasil Adkins,
Oneida,
Dark Day,
JFA,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Aswad,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cybotron,
Newcleus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mad Mike,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sun City Girls,
The Fortunes,
Eve St. Jones,
The Beau Brummels,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bootsy Collins,
The Dirtbombs,
X-101,
Smog,
Blake Baxter,
Scan 7,
Ponytail,
Davy DMX,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Terry Callier,
Tom Boy,
Josef K,
Con Funk Shun,
X-102,
Public Image Ltd.,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
World's Most,
Parry Music,
Alison Limerick,
Gang Starr,
Minnie Riperton,
Excepter,
Janne Schatter,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cecil Taylor,
Guru Guru,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.