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 Mauritania and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 the Normal to the dance 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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Accadde A,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lou Christie,
Scion,
DJ Style,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Smoke,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Freddie Wadling,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rotary Connection,
Khruangbin,
Barrington Levy,
Metal Thangz,
John Holt,
Au Pairs,
Dual Sessions,
The Angels of Light,
Anthony Braxton,
X-101,
Piero Umiliani,
Boogie Down Productions,
Archie Shepp,
Pussy Galore,
The Sonics,
Jimmy McGriff,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lightning Bolt,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bang On A Can,
Unrelated Segments,
Tomorrow,
48th St. Collective,
Electric Prunes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nik Kershaw,
Panda Bear,
Flash Fearless,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Al Stewart,
Radiohead,
The Mojo Men,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rakim,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Erasure,
F. McDonald,
Interpol,
The Tremeloes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Selecter,
Ituana,
Jacques Brel,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jawbox,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.