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 Serbia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
MC5,
Johnny Osbourne,
Y Pants,
Dawn Penn,
Mr. Review,
Iggy Pop,
Wally Richardson,
Gichy Dan,
Warren Ellis,
Sound Behaviour,
the Fania All-Stars,
Patti Smith,
Vainqueur,
Public Enemy,
Yazoo,
Joensuu 1685,
Minnie Riperton,
AZ,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bronski Beat,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Clear Light,
Jeru the Damaja,
Main Source,
Guru Guru,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pere Ubu,
The J.B.'s,
Funky Four + One,
The Detroit Cobras,
Faust,
Bizarre Inc.,
David McCallum,
Supertramp,
Byron Stingily,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gil Scott Heron,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rufus Thomas,
Quantec,
Pylon,
Eve St. Jones,
Howard Jones,
Radiohead,
Gang of Four,
K-Klass,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Dead C,
Bobby Womack,
Thompson Twins,
Aswad,
Slick Rick,
Todd Terry,
Agitation Free,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Walker Brothers,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.