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 Monaco and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Kas Product,
Absolute Body Control,
Dark Day,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Monochrome Set,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ten City,
Letta Mbulu,
Desert Stars,
World's Most,
The Saints,
This Heat,
The Fall,
Dawn Penn,
Malaria!,
the Sonics,
Alphaville,
Tomorrow,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Neon Judgement,
Q65,
Black Moon,
Unwound,
Ice-T,
Eurythmics,
Faraquet,
Rosa Yemen,
Scan 7,
The Young Rascals,
The Human League,
Chris Corsano,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Buzzcocks,
Heaven 17,
Godley & Creme,
Piero Umiliani,
Bill Near,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Sound,
Sparks,
Q and Not U,
DJ Style,
Smog,
The Mummies,
The Selecter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
EPMD,
ABBA,
Flipper,
The Barracudas,
A Certain Ratio,
New York Dolls,
Prince Buster,
Don Cherry,
Crime,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hardrive,
Gang Green,
Dead Boys,
Terry Callier,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.