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 Turkey and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 B.T. Express to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Carl Craig,
Pole,
Theoretical Girls,
Albert Ayler,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Spandau Ballet,
Ronan,
Janne Schatter,
Lungfish,
Bill Wells,
cv313,
The Selecter,
Boz Scaggs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
June Days,
The United States of America,
Goldenarms,
Minor Threat,
Marmalade,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Faraquet,
Wasted Youth,
The Saints,
Infiniti,
Y Pants,
Kas Product,
U.S. Maple,
Sound Behaviour,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Red Krayola,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Unrelated Segments,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Susan Cadogan,
The Durutti Column,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nils Olav,
Black Flag,
Archie Shepp,
The Beau Brummels,
Derrick Morgan,
Symarip,
Qualms,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Todd Rundgren,
Alphaville,
Talk Talk,
Pagans,
Altered Images,
Cal Tjader,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joensuu 1685,
Supertramp,
Harmonia,
The Dave Clark Five,
Moss Icon,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.