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 Argentina and from Philadelphia.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Holger Czukay 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 Max Romeo to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Young Marble Giants,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
10cc,
Tubeway Army,
Whodini,
Sound Behaviour,
Guru Guru,
Gang Green,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Masters at Work,
the Bar-Kays,
Girls At Our Best!,
Saccharine Trust,
Harmonia,
Sight & Sound,
Gabor Szabo,
Jerry's Kids,
Yusef Lateef,
Tomorrow,
Lindisfarne,
DJ Style,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Avey Tare,
The Searchers,
Angry Samoans,
Hasil Adkins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Boz Scaggs,
Freddie Wadling,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lakeside,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Flash Fearless,
Swans,
Sandy B,
Darondo,
Scientists,
Gang Gang Dance,
Man Parrish,
Barbara Tucker,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Todd Terry,
Peter and Kerry,
Max Romeo,
The Electric Prunes,
Todd Rundgren,
Cluster,
The Fire Engines,
The Shadows of Knight,
The New Christs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
June Days,
Dark Day,
Crispian St. Peters,
Skriet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ituana,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.