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 Japan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 F. McDonald to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Niagra,
The Real Kids,
Khruangbin,
Scientists,
Joe Finger,
The Durutti Column,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Velvet Underground,
Soft Cell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Shoche,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fire Engines,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Andrew Hill,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joyce Sims,
The Associates,
The Residents,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bad Manners,
Rhythm & Sound,
Index,
Lou Christie,
The Trojans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sun City Girls,
Radiohead,
U.S. Maple,
Zero Boys,
Parry Music,
UT,
Can,
Man Parrish,
Sun Ra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Yellowson,
China Crisis,
La Düsseldorf,
Hardrive,
Bill Wells,
The Pop Group,
Television Personalities,
Prince Buster,
The Dead C,
The Kinks,
Fluxion,
The Monks,
The Neon Judgement,
The Monochrome Set,
Lou Reed,
Alice Coltrane,
Eve St. Jones,
Aaron Thompson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Amon Düül II,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.