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 Belgium and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron 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 Vainqueur to the rap 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Alice Coltrane,
The Kinks,
Shuggie Otis,
The Young Rascals,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
DJ Style,
Desert Stars,
Rosa Yemen,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cymande,
Boredoms,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Television Personalities,
Infiniti,
Ohio Players,
Black Sheep,
Donald Byrd,
La Düsseldorf,
Suicide,
Josef K,
The Remains,
Arcadia,
Dual Sessions,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Trumans Water,
Wire,
the Slits,
Bauhaus,
Buzzcocks,
Graham Central Station,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Monks,
cv313,
Blossom Toes,
Porter Ricks,
Ice-T,
A Certain Ratio,
Crispy Ambulance,
Moss Icon,
Derrick Morgan,
Marc Almond,
These Immortal Souls,
Leonard Cohen,
New York Dolls,
Yellowson,
Vainqueur,
Quadrant,
James White and The Blacks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Patti Smith,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Deadbeat,
Gang Green,
CMW,
The Cowsills,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.