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 Tunisia and from Mumbai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Public Image Ltd. 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Lou Reed,
the Fania All-Stars,
Electric Prunes,
The Knickerbockers,
One Last Wish,
Patti Smith,
Scientists,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Sonics,
Glambeats Corp.,
PIL,
Deepchord,
Piero Umiliani,
kango's stein massive,
Television,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Cowsills,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dawn Penn,
The Leaves,
Clear Light,
Yazoo,
Amon Düül II,
The Kinks,
Inner City,
Graham Central Station,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Negative Approach,
Suburban Knight,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rotary Connection,
Funky Four + One,
Metal Thangz,
Thompson Twins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wally Richardson,
The Buckinghams,
Rufus Thomas,
This Heat,
Pylon,
Mr. Review,
Hashim,
Franke,
Mad Mike,
Von Mondo,
AZ,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The J.B.'s,
OOIOO,
Stiv Bators,
Arcadia,
cv313,
Terry Callier,
Royal Trux,
The Seeds,
Lyres,
Nas,
Pagans,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.