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 Algeria 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sixth Finger to the rock 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
The Velvet Underground,
Newcleus,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soul II Soul,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Alice Coltrane,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Radiohead,
Mission of Burma,
Babytalk,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Archie Shepp,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rod Modell,
Susan Cadogan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Malaria!,
Stockholm Monsters,
Faust,
Saccharine Trust,
Altered Images,
Franke,
Gichy Dan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Cale,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Toasters,
In Retrospect,
The Vogues,
Sixth Finger,
Chris Corsano,
Sarah Menescal,
Ohio Players,
Barry Ungar,
Von Mondo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Slackers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Human League,
The Black Dice,
Angry Samoans,
Kerri Chandler,
Public Enemy,
David Axelrod,
Brothers Johnson,
Outsiders,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ultravox,
Skaos,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bang On A Can,
Wolf Eyes,
The Skatalites,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eurythmics,
James White and The Blacks,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.