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 Kyrgyzstan and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Erykah Badu to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Blancmange,
Traffic Nightmare,
Donald Byrd,
Monolake,
Curtis Mayfield,
New Order,
June of 44,
The Fall,
Ohio Players,
Max Romeo,
David Bowie,
F. McDonald,
Public Enemy,
Bill Wells,
Wasted Youth,
Ken Boothe,
Wolf Eyes,
Franke,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Reuben Wilson,
The New Christs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Throbbing Gristle,
Warren Ellis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dead Boys,
Rekid,
David Axelrod,
Peter & Gordon,
The Trojans,
The Gories,
The Modern Lovers,
Robert Görl,
The Durutti Column,
Hashim,
Animal Collective,
Tim Buckley,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Amazonics,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Birthday Party,
Lou Reed,
LL Cool J,
The Last Poets,
The Smoke,
Suicide,
Slick Rick,
Bobby Sherman,
T. Rex,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Angry Samoans,
the Sonics,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pantaleimon,
Pagans,
Boredoms,
The Zeros,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.