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 Guinea and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba 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 Idris Muhammad to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
In Retrospect,
Soft Cell,
MDC,
Deadbeat,
EPMD,
Bauhaus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Bananas,
Crooked Eye,
The Blackbyrds,
Don Cherry,
Minnie Riperton,
Gang Gang Dance,
Monks,
Maleditus Sound,
Loose Ends,
Cluster,
The Cure,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Babytalk,
The Trojans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kaleidoscope,
Average White Band,
Andrew Hill,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lower 48,
the Germs,
Bronski Beat,
Peter and Kerry,
Unrelated Segments,
Dead Boys,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Metal Thangz,
Rhythm & Sound,
Audionom,
Wings,
La Düsseldorf,
Reagan Youth,
Chris & Cosey,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Real Kids,
Thompson Twins,
MC5,
Hoover,
The Fire Engines,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
X-101,
Tom Boy,
Boredoms,
Clear Light,
Amon Düül,
Kerri Chandler,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.