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 Slovenia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Gabor Szabo,
Magma,
Soft Cell,
Clear Light,
Blancmange,
The Cramps,
The Residents,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Con Funk Shun,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Seeds,
The Toasters,
Panda Bear,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Golliwogs,
Q and Not U,
Oblivians,
Neil Young,
John Holt,
Fugazi,
Rakim,
Alice Coltrane,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Delon & Dalcan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dennis Brown,
The Grass Roots,
Gong,
Black Pus,
Skriet,
Supertramp,
Morten Harket,
New York Dolls,
Anthony Braxton,
Avey Tare,
John Cale,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nico,
Crooked Eye,
James White and The Blacks,
The Selecter,
Kenny Larkin,
Ornette Coleman,
Sexual Harrassment,
Maurizio,
Josef K,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marshall Jefferson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Surgeon,
Angry Samoans,
Livin' Joy,
The Young Rascals,
Ohio Players,
Yellowson,
Pantytec,
The Evens,
Dual Sessions,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Basic Channel,
Section 25,
Royal Trux,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.