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 Qatar and from Paris.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Terry Callier to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Josef K,
Gang Green,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lalann,
DJ Style,
Bootsy Collins,
Bang On A Can,
Sparks,
The Slackers,
The United States of America,
Stetsasonic,
The Dead C,
the Sonics,
Lightning Bolt,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gong,
Amon Düül II,
The Velvet Underground,
Interpol,
Toni Rubio,
Warren Ellis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
cv313,
Tomorrow,
The Detroit Cobras,
Maleditus Sound,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Barracudas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gang of Four,
Colin Newman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Accadde A,
U.S. Maple,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hot Snakes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kas Product,
Bobby Sherman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Charles Mingus,
World's Most,
Aural Exciters,
The Busters,
Pagans,
Scratch Acid,
Agitation Free,
La Düsseldorf,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Gun Club,
Kerri Chandler,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rekid,
The Zeros,
Nas,
Tommy Roe,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.