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 Jamaica and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe 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 Masters at Work to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
The Mojo Men,
Derrick Morgan,
Tom Boy,
Rotary Connection,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rakim,
Peter & Gordon,
the Soft Cell,
Neil Young,
Sarah Menescal,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ultravox,
Bill Near,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Aural Exciters,
The Five Americans,
Darondo,
Minutemen,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roxette,
Delon & Dalcan,
Von Mondo,
Sam Rivers,
Depeche Mode,
Circle Jerks,
The Gun Club,
The Litter,
Accadde A,
Essential Logic,
The Leaves,
The Gladiators,
Lower 48,
Black Moon,
The Smiths,
Peter and Kerry,
Inner City,
Sugar Minott,
Isaac Hayes,
Barry Ungar,
Arcadia,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Slick Rick,
New York Dolls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mission of Burma,
Bob Dylan,
Tubeway Army,
Jeru the Damaja,
Magma,
The Human League,
Minor Threat,
Juan Atkins,
EPMD,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Porter Ricks,
Radiohead,
kango's stein massive,
The Residents,
World's Most,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.