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 Tunisia and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum 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 Eli Mardock to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
AZ,
Ornette Coleman,
Donny Hathaway,
The Dave Clark Five,
Thompson Twins,
Public Enemy,
Sun City Girls,
Cameo,
The Names,
Clear Light,
Joensuu 1685,
Bob Dylan,
Minor Threat,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sonny Sharrock,
Deepchord,
Nils Olav,
D'Angelo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Birthday Party,
The Knickerbockers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Au Pairs,
Derrick May,
Sparks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Interpol,
Steve Hackett,
Lalann,
These Immortal Souls,
Gang Starr,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cymande,
Radio Birdman,
Grey Daturas,
Average White Band,
Qualms,
Alice Coltrane,
Ituana,
Bill Wells,
Bobby Sherman,
Eden Ahbez,
Magma,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Music Machine,
Wings,
Banda Bassotti,
The Remains,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Saccharine Trust,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
CMW,
The Last Poets,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.