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 South Africa and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron 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 Bill Near to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
The Smoke,
Infiniti,
Panda Bear,
Public Enemy,
Crash Course in Science,
Ultravox,
Jacques Brel,
Rekid,
Simply Red,
the Human League,
Niagra,
Gang Starr,
Babytalk,
AZ,
Delta 5,
Warren Ellis,
Shoche,
Lindisfarne,
Grey Daturas,
Dual Sessions,
The Doors,
Zero Boys,
Amon Düül,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Freddie Wadling,
Sarah Menescal,
The Mojo Men,
the Normal,
JFA,
Marcia Griffiths,
Chrome,
Skriet,
Nas,
Henry Cow,
The Dirtbombs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Moss Icon,
Pulsallama,
The Tremeloes,
Angry Samoans,
The Gladiators,
Kerri Chandler,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pierre Henry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
DJ Sneak,
Ornette Coleman,
The Raincoats,
The Modern Lovers,
Kas Product,
PIL,
Rakim,
Jeff Lynne,
Hoover,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Gories,
Albert Ayler,
Jimmy McGriff,
Outsiders,
Camouflage,
Whodini,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.