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 Congo and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 Second Layer to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Neu!,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cybotron,
Skarface,
Danielle Patucci,
Blossom Toes,
the Slits,
Gang of Four,
Lungfish,
Gastr Del Sol,
Spandau Ballet,
Swans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sister Nancy,
Cluster,
Kerri Chandler,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Divine Comedy,
MDC,
Brass Construction,
Siglo XX,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ice-T,
Little Man,
Underground Resistance,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Invisible,
AZ,
Kas Product,
OOIOO,
Electric Light Orchestra,
DJ Style,
Index,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mars,
the Bar-Kays,
Pole,
The Toasters,
Supertramp,
The Five Americans,
Negative Approach,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pylon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Intrusion,
Crooked Eye,
Warren Ellis,
Donald Byrd,
The Saints,
Darondo,
David Axelrod,
Rekid,
Minutemen,
The Dave Clark Five,
Junior Murvin,
Iggy Pop,
Flipper,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Surgeon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.