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 Dominica 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the grunge 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Susan Cadogan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ultimate Spinach,
Joey Negro,
Shoche,
DJ Style,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nils Olav,
a-ha,
Q65,
Y Pants,
Ronan,
Rekid,
The Birthday Party,
Bronski Beat,
New York Dolls,
Junior Murvin,
Isaac Hayes,
Second Layer,
Parry Music,
These Immortal Souls,
The Busters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ultra Naté,
Bush Tetras,
The Toasters,
Technova,
Pagans,
Charles Mingus,
Kenny Larkin,
Boz Scaggs,
Tomorrow,
Tim Buckley,
Laurel Aitken,
Ice-T,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Josef K,
Spandau Ballet,
Alton Ellis,
Ludus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Letta Mbulu,
Das Ding,
The Young Rascals,
EPMD,
Procol Harum,
Stereo Dub,
Marshall Jefferson,
The New Christs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bill Near,
Spoonie Gee,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Clear Light,
China Crisis,
Roxette,
Massinfluence,
Flipper,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.