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 Moldova and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Roxy Music to the rap 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Blossom Toes,
Bronski Beat,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lou Reed,
Spandau Ballet,
Dead Boys,
Lindisfarne,
Buzzcocks,
Y Pants,
Technova,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
LL Cool J,
John Coltrane,
Charles Mingus,
Dark Day,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
cv313,
Jeru the Damaja,
Man Eating Sloth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Main Source,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mandrill,
Lou Christie,
Traffic Nightmare,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Dead C,
Joensuu 1685,
Metal Thangz,
UT,
Kas Product,
Lower 48,
Black Bananas,
Scratch Acid,
the Slits,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ultravox,
Thee Headcoats,
Matthew Bourne,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sonny Sharrock,
Idris Muhammad,
Adolescents,
The Alarm Clocks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pylon,
Negative Approach,
Yazoo,
Bob Dylan,
The Walker Brothers,
the Sonics,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Carl Craig,
Supertramp,
Moby Grape,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eli Mardock,
B.T. Express,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.