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 Chile and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the electroclash 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Deakin,
Cheater Slicks,
Oblivians,
Suicide,
Moby Grape,
The Fire Engines,
Blancmange,
Echospace,
Sugar Minott,
10cc,
DNA,
Circle Jerks,
Mandrill,
The Happenings,
Parry Music,
FM Einheit,
EPMD,
Amazonics,
John Lydon,
Aural Exciters,
Nico,
Pantaleimon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Agitation Free,
The Mummies,
Chris Corsano,
The Last Poets,
Toni Rubio,
New Order,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Con Funk Shun,
Bronski Beat,
Easy Going,
The New Christs,
Excepter,
The Dirtbombs,
Sam Rivers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bang On A Can,
John Coltrane,
Fat Boys,
The Birthday Party,
Inner City,
Organ,
The Shadows of Knight,
Malaria!,
E-Dancer,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Moody Blues,
Alice Coltrane,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pantytec,
Roger Hodgson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Flamin' Groovies,
Buzzcocks,
Amon Düül II,
Ralphi Rosario,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tres Demented,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.