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 Denmark and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin 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 Donny Hathaway to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Warren Ellis,
Quando Quango,
The Misunderstood,
The Moleskins,
Hasil Adkins,
Anthony Braxton,
Fela Kuti,
Pierre Henry,
MC5,
The Real Kids,
The Pretty Things,
Skaos,
AZ,
Alphaville,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scan 7,
Jerry's Kids,
Brass Construction,
Rufus Thomas,
Camberwell Now,
John Foxx,
Wally Richardson,
Sam Rivers,
The Searchers,
Eve St. Jones,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Prince Buster,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fall,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jandek,
The Golliwogs,
Supertramp,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Section 25,
Essential Logic,
Gichy Dan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Association,
Los Fastidios,
Black Sheep,
Crooked Eye,
Tom Boy,
Harry Pussy,
Charles Mingus,
Aswad,
B.T. Express,
Fluxion,
Simply Red,
Negative Approach,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
New York Dolls,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Motions,
Leonard Cohen,
Juan Atkins,
Jeff Lynne,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.