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 Cape Verde and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Leonard Cohen,
The Smoke,
Lalann,
Accadde A,
Mad Mike,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Motions,
The New Christs,
Flash Fearless,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Country Teasers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Searchers,
Sam Rivers,
Oblivians,
Sex Pistols,
Kevin Saunderson,
James White and The Blacks,
Todd Terry,
Pussy Galore,
the Germs,
The Human League,
The Slackers,
Nirvana,
Rufus Thomas,
Grauzone,
Massinfluence,
Faraquet,
Eric Dolphy,
Q65,
Nas,
Duran Duran,
Dual Sessions,
JFA,
Roger Hodgson,
H. Thieme,
Alphaville,
Ponytail,
Gang of Four,
Throbbing Gristle,
Reuben Wilson,
Angry Samoans,
The Skatalites,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Infiniti,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Marshall Jefferson,
Interpol,
Average White Band,
Quadrant,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lou Reed,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Chris & Cosey,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Slave,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.