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 Costa Rica and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Supertramp 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Sam Rivers,
48th St. Collective,
Bobby Sherman,
The Standells,
Moss Icon,
Oneida,
Johnny Osbourne,
Faraquet,
Royal Trux,
Lindisfarne,
The Dave Clark Five,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Archie Shepp,
Jacob Miller,
Average White Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
E-Dancer,
Donny Hathaway,
Soul II Soul,
Country Teasers,
Mandrill,
Unrelated Segments,
DNA,
Suburban Knight,
Quantec,
Lungfish,
Sonic Youth,
Chris Corsano,
Avey Tare,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tomorrow,
The Birthday Party,
Kenny Larkin,
Vainqueur,
Roxy Music,
Eli Mardock,
Ralphi Rosario,
Deadbeat,
Stetsasonic,
Ronnie Foster,
Hoover,
Lower 48,
Q65,
Lightning Bolt,
The Velvet Underground,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Warsaw,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ken Boothe,
Crooked Eye,
New Order,
The Move,
Lakeside,
MDC,
Dawn Penn,
X-102,
Q and Not U,
Hashim,
Bill Near,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.