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 Uzbekistan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 In Retrospect to the dance 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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 Sonics,
New Order,
Lungfish,
Skarface,
Soft Cell,
Fad Gadget,
Can,
Jawbox,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Das Ding,
Soul II Soul,
Mark Hollis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fear,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soft Machine,
Young Marble Giants,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Trumans Water,
Joyce Sims,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Barbara Tucker,
Max Romeo,
Camberwell Now,
Excepter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Grass Roots,
Peter & Gordon,
Man Parrish,
John Holt,
Sällskapet,
Supertramp,
The Wake,
Second Layer,
Ponytail,
Traffic Nightmare,
Idris Muhammad,
Eden Ahbez,
The Mojo Men,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gang Gang Dance,
Franke,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Negative Approach,
Slick Rick,
Nick Fraelich,
John Cale,
Bobby Byrd,
Oneida,
Johnny Clarke,
Vladislav Delay,
The Flesh Eaters,
Anthony Braxton,
Lou Christie,
Don Cherry,
Alphaville,
cv313,
The Dirtbombs,
Grey Daturas,
Rapeman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
E-Dancer,
the Association,
The Barracudas,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.