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 Tunisia and from Halifax.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron 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 Harry Pussy 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Scientists,
Pere Ubu,
The Knickerbockers,
Rekid,
New Age Steppers,
Agitation Free,
Spoonie Gee,
Kerrie Biddell,
X-102,
Erykah Badu,
Neil Young,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bronski Beat,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cluster,
The Angels of Light,
Kevin Saunderson,
Faust,
John Foxx,
Delta 5,
The Happenings,
Blossom Toes,
Ten City,
In Retrospect,
Amazonics,
Ronnie Foster,
The Leaves,
Panda Bear,
Chris & Cosey,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Shuggie Otis,
MDC,
Kool Moe Dee,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Velvet Underground,
Freddie Wadling,
Essential Logic,
Sex Pistols,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kenny Larkin,
Pagans,
Motorama,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Piero Umiliani,
Mr. Review,
X-101,
Eve St. Jones,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kayak,
Hashim,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Johnny Clarke,
Talk Talk,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
AZ,
Wire,
the Association,
Harmonia,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.