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 Ghana and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Spokane and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes 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 The Fire Engines to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bob Dylan,
Glambeats Corp.,
La Düsseldorf,
Fear,
Malaria!,
Unwound,
Arthur Verocai,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Buckinghams,
Public Enemy,
Aloha Tigers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Thee Headcoats,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Index,
Hot Snakes,
The Invisible,
Boredoms,
Bill Wells,
Black Sheep,
The Last Poets,
R.M.O.,
Dawn Penn,
Susan Cadogan,
Deadbeat,
Goldenarms,
AZ,
Heaven 17,
Kevin Saunderson,
Suicide,
Niagra,
Mandrill,
Yusef Lateef,
Delon & Dalcan,
Blake Baxter,
Lou Reed,
X-Ray Spex,
Steve Hackett,
the Human League,
Oblivians,
Neu!,
Patti Smith,
Y Pants,
Zero Boys,
Tomorrow,
Ossler,
Animal Collective,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Popol Vuh,
The Birthday Party,
Tears for Fears,
Tom Boy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Visage,
Idris Muhammad,
Spoonie Gee,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pantaleimon,
Minor Threat,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.