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 United States and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar 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 Cowsills to the grime 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Funkadelic,
the Human League,
Boz Scaggs,
Barrington Levy,
Negative Approach,
Vainqueur,
Black Sheep,
Depeche Mode,
Ten City,
Delon & Dalcan,
Boredoms,
Kaleidoscope,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kenny Larkin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Robert Görl,
Massinfluence,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Move,
Dark Day,
Flash Fearless,
Tubeway Army,
Davy DMX,
Connie Case,
The Seeds,
Underground Resistance,
Subhumans,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Misunderstood,
Ohio Players,
the Association,
Marvin Gaye,
Rapeman,
The Moody Blues,
Nirvana,
Eric Copeland,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Skatalites,
The Tremeloes,
Brass Construction,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Mummies,
David Bowie,
Pylon,
Shuggie Otis,
Sugar Minott,
The Blackbyrds,
Alphaville,
T.S.O.L.,
Eden Ahbez,
Donny Hathaway,
New Order,
The Selecter,
Patti Smith,
The Cowsills,
The Birthday Party,
The Saints,
Animal Collective,
Simply Red,
Jimmy McGriff,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.