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 Ukraine and from Madrid.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Donald Fagen 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 JFA to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
The Flesh Eaters,
Suicide,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Lydon,
Marvin Gaye,
Danielle Patucci,
John Cale,
Interpol,
Groovy Waters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Deakin,
Wally Richardson,
Leonard Cohen,
The Dirtbombs,
Alphaville,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ultravox,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eden Ahbez,
Altered Images,
Tropical Tobacco,
X-101,
Fugazi,
ABBA,
MDC,
Scientists,
Intrusion,
Todd Terry,
Pole,
Yusef Lateef,
Pierre Henry,
Scott Walker,
Susan Cadogan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Chris & Cosey,
Silicon Teens,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fortunes,
Buzzcocks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Slave,
Avey Tare,
Ituana,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rosa Yemen,
The Pretty Things,
the Bar-Kays,
Schoolly D,
Mad Mike,
Alison Limerick,
Erasure,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fuzztones,
Joe Finger,
Lalann,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lyres,
Terrestrial Tones,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft.
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.