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 Cambodia and from Manchester.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Glenn Branca to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Steve Hackett,
Peter and Kerry,
Shuggie Otis,
Sound Behaviour,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
FM Einheit,
Interpol,
Dual Sessions,
Suburban Knight,
Bob Dylan,
Juan Atkins,
Nico,
The Cure,
Althea and Donna,
Boredoms,
The Blackbyrds,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Model 500,
The Misunderstood,
Robert Görl,
Fad Gadget,
Pet Shop Boys,
Grauzone,
John Coltrane,
The Cowsills,
Traffic Nightmare,
D'Angelo,
The Searchers,
Masters at Work,
Jandek,
Bill Near,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Basic Channel,
Funky Four + One,
Rod Modell,
H. Thieme,
June of 44,
Nirvana,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Godley & Creme,
Zapp,
David Axelrod,
Throbbing Gristle,
Half Japanese,
Tommy Roe,
Rapeman,
Archie Shepp,
Saccharine Trust,
Babytalk,
Unrelated Segments,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Aswad,
Electric Prunes,
Flash Fearless,
Ludus,
Michelle Simonal,
Faust,
JFA,
Don Cherry,
kango's stein massive,
Tom Boy,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.