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 Nicaragua and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar 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 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis 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?
The Moody Blues,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
One Last Wish,
Hashim,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Alarm Clocks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Robert Wyatt,
The Young Rascals,
Cal Tjader,
the Association,
Intrusion,
Fatback Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Outsiders,
La Düsseldorf,
Warsaw,
Groovy Waters,
The Evens,
Main Source,
The Names,
AZ,
Boogie Down Productions,
Michelle Simonal,
Scrapy,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Angels of Light,
David Axelrod,
Boredoms,
The Monochrome Set,
Isaac Hayes,
Roxette,
Quantec,
The Music Machine,
Minutemen,
Sam Rivers,
Metal Thangz,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Shoche,
the Germs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rapeman,
Ponytail,
The Buckinghams,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fuzztones,
Ice-T,
Hoover,
The Walker Brothers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bob Dylan,
Eurythmics,
Peter and Kerry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ituana,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lightning Bolt,
Spoonie Gee,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Unwound,
DJ Style,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.