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 Romania and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Oblivians,
Shoche,
OOIOO,
Jesper Dahlback,
Camouflage,
In Retrospect,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Desert Stars,
David Axelrod,
UT,
The Gap Band,
Dual Sessions,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Red Krayola,
Ralphi Rosario,
Organ,
Bobby Womack,
Rosa Yemen,
Tom Boy,
Pussy Galore,
Harry Pussy,
Roger Hodgson,
Bronski Beat,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Visage,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Guru Guru,
Outsiders,
Boredoms,
Isaac Hayes,
the Human League,
Von Mondo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sound Behaviour,
Radio Birdman,
Index,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marvin Gaye,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Blake Baxter,
Pole,
The Move,
Mantronix,
The Neon Judgement,
Cecil Taylor,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Yazoo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kurtis Blow,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eurythmics,
Letta Mbulu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fall,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.