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 Palau 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ 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 Aaron Thompson to the jazz 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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Arab on Radar,
Leonard Cohen,
Patti Smith,
Isaac Hayes,
Scion,
Agitation Free,
Girls At Our Best!,
FM Einheit,
Skaos,
Danielle Patucci,
Roxy Music,
Supertramp,
Lee Hazlewood,
Massinfluence,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bobby Womack,
Minny Pops,
The Pretty Things,
Liliput,
OOIOO,
Glenn Branca,
Country Teasers,
Max Romeo,
John Holt,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Qualms,
Sandy B,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dawn Penn,
Grandmaster Flash,
Faust,
Dead Boys,
Accadde A,
New Order,
The Move,
Lower 48,
Neu!,
Bang On A Can,
Masters at Work,
Electric Prunes,
Tubeway Army,
Agent Orange,
Siglo XX,
Kevin Saunderson,
Stereo Dub,
Boz Scaggs,
Fat Boys,
Brothers Johnson,
DJ Sneak,
The Pop Group,
The Young Rascals,
Wasted Youth,
Infiniti,
Donald Byrd,
Tears for Fears,
Stiv Bators,
Can,
Procol Harum,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.