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 Bremen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bob Dylan to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Goldenarms,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Radiopuhelimet,
Agitation Free,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Unwound,
Circle Jerks,
The Stooges,
Unrelated Segments,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Grass Roots,
Chrome,
Roger Hodgson,
Shoche,
Marvin Gaye,
Mark Hollis,
The Mummies,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sight & Sound,
Brand Nubian,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bush Tetras,
Index,
Reagan Youth,
Henry Cow,
Nation of Ulysses,
Toni Rubio,
Fad Gadget,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Popol Vuh,
Theoretical Girls,
Jandek,
The Divine Comedy,
Moby Grape,
Stereo Dub,
Yaz,
Kenny Larkin,
Guru Guru,
Adolescents,
Ice-T,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobby Womack,
Main Source,
Rosa Yemen,
10cc,
Mo-Dettes,
Panda Bear,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Supertramp,
The Zeros,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Gun Club,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Public Enemy,
Don Cherry,
In Retrospect,
Spandau Ballet,
La Düsseldorf,
Lyres,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.