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 Zambia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet 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 Mojo Men to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Archie Shepp,
Althea and Donna,
Ronan,
10cc,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Holt,
Cameo,
Sonny Sharrock,
David Bowie,
Gregory Isaacs,
Crash Course in Science,
The Raincoats,
Yusef Lateef,
Second Layer,
Joyce Sims,
Excepter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ornette Coleman,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Mummies,
Zero Boys,
Moby Grape,
This Heat,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Procol Harum,
Delon & Dalcan,
Duran Duran,
The Victims,
X-101,
MC5,
Fugazi,
Juan Atkins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Skaos,
Metal Thangz,
The Moody Blues,
Erasure,
Warsaw,
Bronski Beat,
Stereo Dub,
Susan Cadogan,
The Angels of Light,
Ten City,
Malaria!,
Goldenarms,
K-Klass,
Eden Ahbez,
Gong,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fat Boys,
Little Man,
Mars,
Gerry Rafferty,
Inner City,
Joey Negro,
Max Romeo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lucky Dragons,
Rotary Connection,
Q and Not U,
the Slits,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.