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 Norway and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer 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 The Velvet Underground to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Scott Walker,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gerry Rafferty,
Suburban Knight,
Rod Modell,
Bizarre Inc.,
Second Layer,
Minnie Riperton,
Essential Logic,
Mr. Review,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Zeros,
Metal Thangz,
Television,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mad Mike,
Arab on Radar,
Shuggie Otis,
Chrome,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roxette,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Mummies,
Technova,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fall,
The Buckinghams,
The American Breed,
Derrick May,
Cal Tjader,
Soulsonic Force,
The Smoke,
D'Angelo,
Al Stewart,
Monks,
the Human League,
Eric Copeland,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Carl Craig,
The Alarm Clocks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Motorama,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sound Behaviour,
Man Parrish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dennis Brown,
Interpol,
Cameo,
MDC,
Radiopuhelimet,
Brand Nubian,
Rhythm & Sound,
Intrusion,
Glambeats Corp.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.