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 Guinea-Bissau and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 Ludus to the crunk 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sällskapet,
F. McDonald,
Reagan Youth,
Laurel Aitken,
Connie Case,
John Coltrane,
Cameo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Sonics,
Black Sheep,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Standells,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Henry Cow,
Albert Ayler,
Bob Dylan,
Mad Mike,
Fatback Band,
Average White Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tears for Fears,
Roxette,
Josef K,
Robert Görl,
Nik Kershaw,
Lalann,
Ronan,
Ossler,
The Barracudas,
Zapp,
New Age Steppers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ultimate Spinach,
Minor Threat,
Donny Hathaway,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Little Man,
Surgeon,
Adolescents,
Dark Day,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Funkadelic,
Second Layer,
Lakeside,
Michelle Simonal,
Avey Tare,
OOIOO,
Bootsy Collins,
Bill Wells,
The Kinks,
Grey Daturas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tropical Tobacco,
Groovy Waters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kurtis Blow,
Joy Division,
Marvin Gaye,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.