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 Andorra and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
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 synthesizer 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 Busters to the jazz 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Pere Ubu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Liliput,
Brothers Johnson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Angels of Light,
Excepter,
Ralphi Rosario,
Make Up,
Depeche Mode,
The Misunderstood,
Vladislav Delay,
The Cowsills,
the Bar-Kays,
Youth Brigade,
Von Mondo,
The Skatalites,
Dawn Penn,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Black Dice,
Lakeside,
Clear Light,
Mark Hollis,
T.S.O.L.,
Ronnie Foster,
Roxette,
Jesper Dahlback,
Los Fastidios,
U.S. Maple,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Beau Brummels,
Kaleidoscope,
Underground Resistance,
Cheater Slicks,
Maleditus Sound,
Crash Course in Science,
Little Man,
The Modern Lovers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sun Ra,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roxy Music,
Quantec,
New Order,
The Standells,
Faraquet,
Anakelly,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Holt,
Hardrive,
Absolute Body Control,
Eden Ahbez,
Nik Kershaw,
Crime,
Joey Negro,
Sällskapet,
The Gladiators,
Basic Channel,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.