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 Nepal 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Easy Going to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Scientists,
Slick Rick,
Soulsonic Force,
This Heat,
Unwound,
Albert Ayler,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Fania All-Stars,
Livin' Joy,
Moby Grape,
Reagan Youth,
ABC,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ituana,
Brass Construction,
Ponytail,
Dead Boys,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jeff Mills,
Flash Fearless,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ossler,
Cybotron,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Audionom,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Brick,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Echospace,
Lucky Dragons,
Deepchord,
UT,
Ken Boothe,
Stiv Bators,
Khruangbin,
Eric Copeland,
Zapp,
Deadbeat,
Amazonics,
Grey Daturas,
Arthur Verocai,
Steve Hackett,
Sandy B,
Sugar Minott,
Sight & Sound,
Faust,
Unrelated Segments,
Warren Ellis,
Surgeon,
The Toasters,
Model 500,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kool Moe Dee,
KRS-One,
Nils Olav,
The Golliwogs,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.