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 Czech Republic and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Max Romeo to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Sonic Youth,
Anthony Braxton,
Mark Hollis,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Reuben Wilson,
Zero Boys,
Bootsy Collins,
The Dead C,
Royal Trux,
Drexciya,
The Cramps,
Model 500,
Pagans,
Minny Pops,
Vainqueur,
Sugar Minott,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Schoolly D,
Bauhaus,
Michelle Simonal,
Von Mondo,
Mars,
The Beau Brummels,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Cure,
Todd Terry,
The Fugs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Massinfluence,
The Real Kids,
cv313,
Absolute Body Control,
The Sonics,
Jeff Mills,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fatback Band,
Index,
Sam Rivers,
Peter & Gordon,
Ronnie Foster,
The Stooges,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Duran Duran,
the Association,
Freddie Wadling,
The Happenings,
Sight & Sound,
Gabor Szabo,
Oneida,
New Age Steppers,
Kayak,
The Selecter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Cosmic Jokers,
World's Most,
The Smoke,
Pantaleimon,
Flipper,
Nation of Ulysses,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.