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 Lithuania and from Mexico City.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Glenn Branca to the jazz 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Index,
Ludus,
Kaleidoscope,
Bluetip,
DJ Sneak,
Excepter,
Mantronix,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nas,
Roxette,
Underground Resistance,
Barry Ungar,
Anakelly,
Dual Sessions,
June Days,
Juan Atkins,
Porter Ricks,
Model 500,
The American Breed,
Davy DMX,
Desert Stars,
Sarah Menescal,
Ice-T,
Stiv Bators,
World's Most,
H. Thieme,
Maurizio,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Arab on Radar,
Sällskapet,
Erykah Badu,
Pierre Henry,
Mars,
Saccharine Trust,
Neil Young,
Kool Moe Dee,
EPMD,
Hot Snakes,
Surgeon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cheater Slicks,
The Misunderstood,
the Slits,
Leonard Cohen,
The Raincoats,
Echospace,
David Bowie,
Section 25,
Black Pus,
Chris & Cosey,
Electric Prunes,
Scan 7,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Patti Smith,
Bobby Sherman,
Groovy Waters,
The Pop Group,
Pantytec,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.