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 Nicaragua and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 chamberlin 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 Boogie Down Productions to the grime 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
FM Einheit,
Alice Coltrane,
The Grass Roots,
Tubeway Army,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Association,
Y Pants,
Ossler,
Joyce Sims,
OOIOO,
Subhumans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pulsallama,
Jandek,
H. Thieme,
Rod Modell,
Basic Channel,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Five Americans,
Ornette Coleman,
One Last Wish,
Agent Orange,
Matthew Bourne,
World's Most,
Man Parrish,
Arthur Verocai,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bill Wells,
Lalo Schifrin,
Flipper,
Dave Gahan,
Sex Pistols,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rotary Connection,
Robert Görl,
The Busters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Human League,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Flag,
the Slits,
The Victims,
Aswad,
Cheater Slicks,
Tomorrow,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
X-Ray Spex,
Eddi Front,
Gichy Dan,
June of 44,
The New Christs,
Interpol,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hoover,
The Cure,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
JFA,
The Buckinghams,
The Angels of Light,
the Sonics,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.