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 San Marino and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
David Axelrod,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Agent Orange,
Bush Tetras,
Ken Boothe,
Guru Guru,
Absolute Body Control,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dorothy Ashby,
Theoretical Girls,
Infiniti,
The Motions,
Pylon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
10cc,
New Age Steppers,
Monks,
One Last Wish,
Patti Smith,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Index,
Bluetip,
T. Rex,
Marvin Gaye,
Underground Resistance,
Kenny Larkin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Chrome,
The Monochrome Set,
the Slits,
The Fugs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Outsiders,
the Normal,
Sam Rivers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bobbi Humphrey,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Yellowson,
Mo-Dettes,
Jacques Brel,
The Red Krayola,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mantronix,
Oneida,
Dennis Brown,
Altered Images,
Scott Walker,
Gang Starr,
Talk Talk,
Dawn Penn,
Morten Harket,
DJ Style,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ponytail,
June of 44,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.