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 Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the disco 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Maurizio,
Judy Mowatt,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Morten Harket,
Skarface,
Pere Ubu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Slave,
Angry Samoans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Andrew Hill,
Joensuu 1685,
Graham Central Station,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Public Enemy,
The Fugs,
Silicon Teens,
Underground Resistance,
Arab on Radar,
One Last Wish,
Matthew Halsall,
David McCallum,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Grandmaster Flash,
K-Klass,
Oblivians,
Cameo,
Magma,
Josef K,
Mark Hollis,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ronnie Foster,
Connie Case,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wings,
Unwound,
Frankie Knuckles,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Knickerbockers,
Tommy Roe,
Lindisfarne,
Yaz,
Donald Byrd,
Al Stewart,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Grauzone,
Roxette,
Brothers Johnson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crime,
The Kinks,
The Doors,
Electric Prunes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ten City,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.