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 Burkina and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Velvet Underground to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Excepter,
48th St. Collective,
Ituana,
K-Klass,
Banda Bassotti,
The Sound,
Arcadia,
Slick Rick,
Minny Pops,
the Slits,
Monolake,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scott Walker,
Ten City,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Gories,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Young Marble Giants,
Public Image Ltd.,
Quadrant,
La Düsseldorf,
Donny Hathaway,
Country Teasers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Glenn Branca,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Smiths,
Blake Baxter,
Pulsallama,
Quando Quango,
Connie Case,
Nik Kershaw,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jacques Brel,
Lightning Bolt,
Marvin Gaye,
Rapeman,
Piero Umiliani,
The Invisible,
Junior Murvin,
Rosa Yemen,
Todd Terry,
Severed Heads,
Nick Fraelich,
Q65,
The Divine Comedy,
L. Decosne,
David Axelrod,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Neu!,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hasil Adkins,
The Vogues,
Danielle Patucci,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Modern Lovers,
Masters at Work,
Japan,
Royal Trux,
James White and The Blacks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Man Parrish,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.