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 Tanzania and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sex Pistols to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Loose Ends,
the Association,
the Bar-Kays,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Blossom Toes,
the Sonics,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Real Kids,
Make Up,
Fear,
John Coltrane,
Funky Four + One,
The Angels of Light,
Ohio Players,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wolf Eyes,
Subhumans,
The Smoke,
The Alarm Clocks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Gun Club,
Delta 5,
Minor Threat,
Alice Coltrane,
Jacob Miller,
Mission of Burma,
The Wake,
Supertramp,
Swell Maps,
Rotary Connection,
The Smiths,
Jeff Lynne,
The Vogues,
Jacques Brel,
Monks,
A Certain Ratio,
June Days,
Junior Murvin,
Kaleidoscope,
Fat Boys,
The Toasters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Japan,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Sound,
The Human League,
Whodini,
Sällskapet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Steve Hackett,
The Buckinghams,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Normal,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
MDC,
Brick,
The Slackers,
Chris Corsano,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Shuggie Otis,
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.