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 Iceland and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the crunk 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
The Move,
The Residents,
Hasil Adkins,
Cheater Slicks,
The Litter,
The Smiths,
Metal Thangz,
Eurythmics,
Barclay James Harvest,
Camberwell Now,
Lucky Dragons,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Moon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Amon Düül,
The Gap Band,
The Birthday Party,
Sound Behaviour,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Dirtbombs,
Marc Almond,
Brick,
Cluster,
David Bowie,
The Walker Brothers,
Banda Bassotti,
the Association,
Agent Orange,
Black Bananas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
CMW,
Lalo Schifrin,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Minor Threat,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gil Scott Heron,
Q and Not U,
Quantec,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mr. Review,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Techniques,
Massinfluence,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Essential Logic,
Los Fastidios,
Nico,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Human League,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Radiopuhelimet,
June Days,
Morten Harket,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Faust,
Swans,
Lower 48,
James White and The Blacks,
The Shadows of Knight,
MC5,
Yellowson,
Wolf Eyes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.