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 India and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Chrome to the punk 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Gerry Rafferty,
Amon Düül II,
Aswad,
Lindisfarne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Flash Fearless,
Y Pants,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marmalade,
Henry Cow,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Anakelly,
Au Pairs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Oblivians,
Matthew Bourne,
Jeff Lynne,
Bob Dylan,
Fear,
New York Dolls,
Wasted Youth,
Lalann,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mo-Dettes,
Slave,
Idris Muhammad,
Judy Mowatt,
Mars,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marvin Gaye,
Flamin' Groovies,
Charles Mingus,
Magma,
The Fire Engines,
Oneida,
Malaria!,
Crooked Eye,
Roxy Music,
Gang Gang Dance,
Barry Ungar,
Sun City Girls,
Zapp,
The Seeds,
Don Cherry,
Black Flag,
Bang On A Can,
Brothers Johnson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nick Fraelich,
One Last Wish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eve St. Jones,
Dennis Brown,
Newcleus,
Bronski Beat,
Half Japanese,
Slick Rick,
The Raincoats,
48th St. Collective,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.