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 India and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Funkadelic to the rock 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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Parry Music,
La Düsseldorf,
Scan 7,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ten City,
Brass Construction,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sällskapet,
Neu!,
Jacques Brel,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kurtis Blow,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Monochrome Set,
Pierre Henry,
Deakin,
Fatback Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Stiv Bators,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Television,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tommy Roe,
Reagan Youth,
New Order,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pylon,
Pussy Galore,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scion,
The Barracudas,
Clear Light,
Dead Boys,
Big Daddy Kane,
Niagra,
Sandy B,
the Swans,
Darondo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eric B and Rakim,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Motions,
The Trojans,
48th St. Collective,
Mars,
Motorama,
Charles Mingus,
This Heat,
John Holt,
X-Ray Spex,
Terry Callier,
Hardrive,
Roy Ayers,
Stetsasonic,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.