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 Mexico and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the rap 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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
La Düsseldorf,
Eddi Front,
R.M.O.,
Pylon,
Scientists,
Monks,
The Fire Engines,
Roxette,
The Moleskins,
Index,
The Offenders,
Cluster,
Porter Ricks,
Moss Icon,
Steve Hackett,
Wally Richardson,
Quantec,
Minor Threat,
MDC,
Negative Approach,
Public Enemy,
Jacques Brel,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eden Ahbez,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Second Layer,
Jeff Mills,
The Mojo Men,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Laurel Aitken,
Trumans Water,
June Days,
Kenny Larkin,
Brass Construction,
Glenn Branca,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lebanon Hanover,
Susan Cadogan,
The Smoke,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sällskapet,
Audionom,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rites of Spring,
DNA,
Kerri Chandler,
Clear Light,
Joe Smooth,
Royal Trux,
Accadde A,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bizarre Inc.,
Brick,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Procol Harum,
Panda Bear,
Qualms,
The Buckinghams,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.