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 Macedonia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
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 clarinet 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 Babytalk to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Jawbox,
48th St. Collective,
The Doors,
Audionom,
Stetsasonic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nirvana,
Hardrive,
Cameo,
The Cramps,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Barry Ungar,
The Grass Roots,
Cecil Taylor,
LL Cool J,
The Toasters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Blancmange,
Hoover,
F. McDonald,
Crispy Ambulance,
In Retrospect,
Fugazi,
Ralphi Rosario,
Technova,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Throbbing Gristle,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The J.B.'s,
Ludus,
The Offenders,
Crash Course in Science,
Underground Resistance,
Man Parrish,
Archie Shepp,
Magma,
Flipper,
Fear,
Agent Orange,
The Dead C,
Harpers Bizarre,
Maleditus Sound,
Guru Guru,
Grauzone,
The Dave Clark Five,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wire,
Monolake,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Derrick Morgan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Japan,
This Heat,
Lalo Schifrin,
Slave,
Pole,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.