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 Costa Rica and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bill Wells to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Soft Cell,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Prince Buster,
Zero Boys,
Slick Rick,
Crispian St. Peters,
DNA,
The Residents,
Aaron Thompson,
John Cale,
Alphaville,
World's Most,
Joyce Sims,
Procol Harum,
Morten Harket,
Barrington Levy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gichy Dan,
Quando Quango,
Average White Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Gabor Szabo,
David McCallum,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
D'Angelo,
Radiohead,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Drive Like Jehu,
10cc,
Hardrive,
The Searchers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dark Day,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The American Breed,
John Holt,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ultra Naté,
Circle Jerks,
Jesper Dahlback,
E-Dancer,
Roxy Music,
Neu!,
Los Fastidios,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Mojo Men,
Cal Tjader,
Gang of Four,
Aswad,
June of 44,
Basic Channel,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Birthday Party,
Don Cherry,
Marvin Gaye,
Panda Bear,
Ken Boothe,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.