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 Andorra and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 a-ha to the rap 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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Saccharine Trust,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cybotron,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sun Ra,
Boredoms,
Ultra Naté,
Jacques Brel,
Howard Jones,
Barbara Tucker,
The J.B.'s,
The Star Department,
The Gories,
Los Fastidios,
Moby Grape,
Donald Byrd,
Cameo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Arab on Radar,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Graham Central Station,
The Cramps,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pylon,
Electric Prunes,
The Cure,
Warren Ellis,
The Seeds,
U.S. Maple,
Bluetip,
Thompson Twins,
Zero Boys,
the Germs,
Scientists,
Blossom Toes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fela Kuti,
Vladislav Delay,
Ossler,
Scion,
Duran Duran,
Skaos,
Anakelly,
Crispy Ambulance,
Johnny Osbourne,
Davy DMX,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rufus Thomas,
Prince Buster,
Sex Pistols,
Shuggie Otis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Big Daddy Kane,
Charles Mingus,
Magma,
The Black Dice,
Letta Mbulu,
The Leaves,
Radiohead,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.