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 Ethiopia and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Grey Daturas,
Dorothy Ashby,
New Order,
DJ Sneak,
The Doors,
UT,
Gichy Dan,
Slave,
The Searchers,
The United States of America,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
PIL,
Ice-T,
DNA,
Fat Boys,
Boogie Down Productions,
Connie Case,
Eddi Front,
Harry Pussy,
L. Decosne,
Nas,
The Cramps,
John Holt,
Aural Exciters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Flag,
Scratch Acid,
the Germs,
The Black Dice,
Oblivians,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Agitation Free,
Spoonie Gee,
Barry Ungar,
Nirvana,
Glenn Branca,
Spandau Ballet,
Godley & Creme,
The Divine Comedy,
Unwound,
The Sound,
Technova,
John Coltrane,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kayak,
Cluster,
The Neon Judgement,
Pylon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Mojo Men,
Laurel Aitken,
H. Thieme,
Silicon Teens,
Surgeon,
The Fire Engines,
Unrelated Segments,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Subhumans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pere Ubu,
The Cure,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.