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 New Zealand and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Rufus Thomas,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Neon Judgement,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nick Fraelich,
Radio Birdman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rakim,
Crooked Eye,
the Swans,
Talk Talk,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Black Dice,
Barry Ungar,
Amon Düül,
Qualms,
Camouflage,
Letta Mbulu,
Jawbox,
Marmalade,
This Heat,
Jacques Brel,
Vladislav Delay,
Minnie Riperton,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hashim,
Nils Olav,
The Offenders,
Ronan,
Ronnie Foster,
Glambeats Corp.,
Barrington Levy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bush Tetras,
La Düsseldorf,
Scientists,
Fela Kuti,
Grey Daturas,
The Skatalites,
Interpol,
Todd Terry,
The Red Krayola,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soft Cell,
Deakin,
Electric Prunes,
Fad Gadget,
The Techniques,
Ponytail,
Rod Modell,
Crash Course in Science,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scott Walker,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Amon Düül II,
Zero Boys,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.