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 Egypt and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Judy Mowatt,
This Heat,
The Raincoats,
Procol Harum,
Sandy B,
Gil Scott Heron,
Con Funk Shun,
Sam Rivers,
L. Decosne,
Bauhaus,
Lightning Bolt,
Skaos,
Scratch Acid,
Chrome,
Wasted Youth,
Schoolly D,
The Moleskins,
X-101,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
AZ,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Essential Logic,
the Association,
The J.B.'s,
Eddi Front,
Pierre Henry,
The Tremeloes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The New Christs,
Massinfluence,
The Martian,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Angry Samoans,
The Monks,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Residents,
Rekid,
Index,
Black Sheep,
Ultravox,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Doors,
Metal Thangz,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Donny Hathaway,
Brick,
David McCallum,
Davy DMX,
These Immortal Souls,
The Sonics,
Faust,
David Axelrod,
Junior Murvin,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joe Smooth,
Bill Wells,
Wings,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Star Department,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.