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 Tajikistan 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Hot Snakes to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
John Foxx,
Q65,
Nas,
Sound Behaviour,
The Barracudas,
The Angels of Light,
Black Moon,
Sonic Youth,
Sun Ra,
The Dead C,
Flash Fearless,
Laurel Aitken,
Eden Ahbez,
UT,
Blake Baxter,
World's Most,
Donny Hathaway,
Urselle,
Scrapy,
Skaos,
Colin Newman,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wire,
a-ha,
Scott Walker,
Loose Ends,
Supertramp,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Associates,
Yusef Lateef,
The Divine Comedy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ossler,
Eurythmics,
Fugazi,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Harmonia,
Mary Jane Girls,
X-Ray Spex,
Danielle Patucci,
Robert Görl,
Second Layer,
Can,
Bizarre Inc.,
Chris & Cosey,
Rekid,
Bobby Sherman,
MC5,
Peter & Gordon,
Scion,
Kool Moe Dee,
Reuben Wilson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joe Finger,
DJ Style,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Doors,
Reagan Youth,
The Pretty Things,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.