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 Solomon Islands and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pharoah Sanders to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Babytalk,
New Age Steppers,
Gong,
Moebius,
Mo-Dettes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Wake,
Symarip,
Adolescents,
Depeche Mode,
Silicon Teens,
Ultimate Spinach,
F. McDonald,
Throbbing Gristle,
Minor Threat,
Grauzone,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The New Christs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Organ,
Mandrill,
The Pretty Things,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Smoke,
Negative Approach,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nico,
Hoover,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Metal Thangz,
Popol Vuh,
the Swans,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Monochrome Set,
Chrome,
Maurizio,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Barbara Tucker,
Goldenarms,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fuzztones,
Flash Fearless,
The Real Kids,
Sun City Girls,
Flipper,
Jerry's Kids,
June of 44,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ludus,
Arab on Radar,
the Germs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Leonard Cohen,
The Selecter,
Letta Mbulu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.