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 Rwanda and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gang Green,
Technova,
Bronski Beat,
Brothers Johnson,
The Smiths,
Brand Nubian,
Main Source,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Minutemen,
Joensuu 1685,
Carl Craig,
Albert Ayler,
Saccharine Trust,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nils Olav,
Patti Smith,
AZ,
Boz Scaggs,
Boredoms,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Durutti Column,
Lightning Bolt,
The Selecter,
The Searchers,
David McCallum,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Public Enemy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobby Sherman,
The Misunderstood,
Intrusion,
The Gladiators,
Radiopuhelimet,
The American Breed,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lou Reed,
D'Angelo,
The Monochrome Set,
Malaria!,
Marmalade,
Soft Machine,
Sight & Sound,
Basic Channel,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jerry's Kids,
Idris Muhammad,
Grauzone,
Procol Harum,
The Detroit Cobras,
MC5,
Easy Going,
Siglo XX,
T.S.O.L.,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roxette,
10cc,
Heaven 17,
Lucky Dragons,
Todd Terry,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.