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 Micronesia and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Glenn Branca,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Man Parrish,
The Modern Lovers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Animal Collective,
Ornette Coleman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Star Department,
Wolf Eyes,
Television,
Au Pairs,
Ken Boothe,
the Bar-Kays,
Juan Atkins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Intrusion,
Black Pus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Evens,
Flamin' Groovies,
Television Personalities,
Todd Rundgren,
The Young Rascals,
X-102,
Banda Bassotti,
Khruangbin,
Fela Kuti,
Sun City Girls,
The Saints,
Urselle,
Radiohead,
Circle Jerks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Grey Daturas,
Godley & Creme,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Divine Comedy,
Scrapy,
Bauhaus,
The Tremeloes,
The Residents,
Roger Hodgson,
JFA,
Marvin Gaye,
The Shadows of Knight,
Laurel Aitken,
Shoche,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Slits,
Pantaleimon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Index,
the Human League,
Organ,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Inner City,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marshall Jefferson,
Absolute Body Control,
Deakin,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.