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 Moldova and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator 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 John Foxx to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Mr. Review,
Q and Not U,
Ten City,
Animal Collective,
Mo-Dettes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Von Mondo,
Isaac Hayes,
Wolf Eyes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ornette Coleman,
Main Source,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Monolake,
Chrome,
The Angels of Light,
Marine Girls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Siglo XX,
Blossom Toes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Blancmange,
Inner City,
Lightning Bolt,
Bush Tetras,
John Coltrane,
Fela Kuti,
ABC,
The Gories,
the Soft Cell,
Brick,
Crime,
The Leaves,
Mary Jane Girls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Golliwogs,
Sound Behaviour,
John Foxx,
Nils Olav,
The Selecter,
The Slackers,
Stetsasonic,
Tres Demented,
The Monochrome Set,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rites of Spring,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Section 25,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crash Course in Science,
John Holt,
Oneida,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Swell Maps,
Todd Terry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tubeway Army,
Wally Richardson,
Zapp,
Albert Ayler,
Danielle Patucci,
The Busters,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.