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 Libya and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar 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 Toni Rubio to the grunge 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Basic Channel,
David McCallum,
Ponytail,
Rufus Thomas,
F. McDonald,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Cowsills,
Deepchord,
These Immortal Souls,
Skarface,
Marc Almond,
10cc,
Avey Tare,
Fifty Foot Hose,
a-ha,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Siglo XX,
Man Parrish,
Massinfluence,
Reagan Youth,
Dark Day,
Toni Rubio,
Scion,
Fatback Band,
Dual Sessions,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Theoretical Girls,
Roy Ayers,
Agitation Free,
Vladislav Delay,
In Retrospect,
Bob Dylan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kaleidoscope,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Cramps,
Saccharine Trust,
PIL,
Livin' Joy,
Radio Birdman,
K-Klass,
The Five Americans,
Bobby Byrd,
Peter and Kerry,
The Birthday Party,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lower 48,
Franke,
The New Christs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Animal Collective,
David Axelrod,
Fat Boys,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Matthew Bourne,
The Wake,
World's Most,
Qualms,
Royal Trux,
The Mojo Men,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.