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 Togo and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Victims to the electroclash 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Gang Green,
La Düsseldorf,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
D'Angelo,
Radiohead,
a-ha,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Star Department,
The Fall,
Camberwell Now,
Fatback Band,
Fela Kuti,
Television Personalities,
Rufus Thomas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Knickerbockers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Althea and Donna,
Marmalade,
Metal Thangz,
Hardrive,
Brass Construction,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Young Rascals,
Barry Ungar,
Groovy Waters,
Graham Central Station,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Carl Craig,
Unwound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Minutemen,
Animal Collective,
Ken Boothe,
Kenny Larkin,
Ice-T,
Faraquet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marc Almond,
Sun Ra,
One Last Wish,
Henry Cow,
Nick Fraelich,
Cymande,
Vainqueur,
Harmonia,
Crime,
Pere Ubu,
Nas,
Josef K,
the Bar-Kays,
Q65,
Altered Images,
Sam Rivers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Siglo XX,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.