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 Indonesia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 D'Angelo to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Bizarre Inc.,
James White and The Blacks,
Infiniti,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fluxion,
Bootsy Collins,
Brand Nubian,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Loose Ends,
Blancmange,
CMW,
Ultra Naté,
Scan 7,
Prince Buster,
H. Thieme,
Bill Near,
Public Image Ltd.,
Robert Görl,
Patti Smith,
X-102,
Rufus Thomas,
Carl Craig,
Yazoo,
Radiohead,
Lalann,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eric Dolphy,
Simply Red,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Smoke,
Howard Jones,
In Retrospect,
Crooked Eye,
U.S. Maple,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
FM Einheit,
Sonic Youth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Neon Judgement,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hoover,
The Pretty Things,
Lou Reed,
Spandau Ballet,
Second Layer,
Massinfluence,
June Days,
The Invisible,
Suicide,
the Fania All-Stars,
Grey Daturas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Janne Schatter,
Ludus,
Mad Mike,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Duran Duran,
Sixth Finger,
Marvin Gaye,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
La Düsseldorf,
The Sonics,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.