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 Bahrain and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba 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 Byron Stingily to the grunge 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
The Neon Judgement,
Gastr Del Sol,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fuzztones,
Avey Tare,
FM Einheit,
Prince Buster,
Stereo Dub,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Radio Birdman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Shadows of Knight,
Public Enemy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Spoonie Gee,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Gap Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Khruangbin,
Josef K,
Eurythmics,
The Doors,
UT,
Bobby Womack,
Darondo,
Iggy Pop,
Pere Ubu,
Bizarre Inc.,
Minnie Riperton,
Marc Almond,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
A Certain Ratio,
Spandau Ballet,
The New Christs,
Nico,
Eve St. Jones,
K-Klass,
Organ,
Roy Ayers,
Livin' Joy,
Leonard Cohen,
Marvin Gaye,
The Selecter,
Subhumans,
Pantytec,
Brass Construction,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pantaleimon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dave Gahan,
Alton Ellis,
Ituana,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crooked Eye,
The United States of America,
Schoolly D,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Agent Orange,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.