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-Bissau and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe 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 Negative Approach to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roxette,
Young Marble Giants,
E-Dancer,
Pussy Galore,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tommy Roe,
Theoretical Girls,
The Black Dice,
PIL,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tomorrow,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sandy B,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Avey Tare,
Nirvana,
Moss Icon,
Letta Mbulu,
Neu!,
John Holt,
Harry Pussy,
Duran Duran,
The Doors,
The Saints,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sonic Youth,
Wolf Eyes,
The Knickerbockers,
Niagra,
Skarface,
Terry Callier,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Happenings,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Human League,
Fad Gadget,
Index,
Lightning Bolt,
Ossler,
Donald Byrd,
the Normal,
Ken Boothe,
EPMD,
JFA,
The Fugs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sight & Sound,
Whodini,
Flipper,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scott Walker,
Bob Dylan,
Quando Quango,
Freddie Wadling,
David Axelrod,
Buzzcocks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soulsonic Force,
Cecil Taylor,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.