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 United States and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the grime 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Mary Jane Girls,
Slick Rick,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fat Boys,
Flipper,
Nico,
Glenn Branca,
The Electric Prunes,
Heaven 17,
Guru Guru,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Terry Callier,
The Dead C,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hoover,
Bang On A Can,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nick Fraelich,
Judy Mowatt,
Albert Ayler,
Masters at Work,
Qualms,
Alton Ellis,
The Gap Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Young Marble Giants,
H. Thieme,
Thompson Twins,
Ludus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Count Five,
Urselle,
Ralphi Rosario,
Unrelated Segments,
Lou Reed,
Half Japanese,
Vladislav Delay,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Amazonics,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Delta 5,
Sarah Menescal,
Ten City,
Pylon,
Davy DMX,
Ronan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Blossom Toes,
The Five Americans,
Sandy B,
Alison Limerick,
Talk Talk,
Wally Richardson,
Colin Newman,
Bronski Beat,
Bobby Sherman,
Smog,
Isaac Hayes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fela Kuti,
F. McDonald,
Curtis Mayfield,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.