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 United States and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Move to the funk 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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 Litter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Stooges,
EPMD,
Peter and Kerry,
La Düsseldorf,
Nico,
David Bowie,
Boz Scaggs,
ABC,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
F. McDonald,
Ken Boothe,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Intrusion,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Moby Grape,
Hardrive,
Masters at Work,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Aswad,
Moebius,
Duran Duran,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Radio Birdman,
Lightning Bolt,
Al Stewart,
R.M.O.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Infiniti,
Quadrant,
Bang On A Can,
Black Flag,
Arab on Radar,
DJ Sneak,
The Monks,
Maurizio,
Steve Hackett,
Prince Buster,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Altered Images,
Theoretical Girls,
Derrick May,
Eurythmics,
Eddi Front,
Rosa Yemen,
the Sonics,
Joe Finger,
Neu!,
The Electric Prunes,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Gap Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Amon Düül,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Loose Ends,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.