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 Ethiopia and from Houston.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Radio Birdman to the electroclash 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Warren Ellis,
Albert Ayler,
Al Stewart,
Visage,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sun Ra,
Roger Hodgson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gang Starr,
The Grass Roots,
David Axelrod,
Neil Young,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Arab on Radar,
Bob Dylan,
Scrapy,
Michelle Simonal,
Interpol,
Tim Buckley,
MC5,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Busters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eric Dolphy,
Gang of Four,
X-Ray Spex,
The Real Kids,
Fat Boys,
The Stooges,
Pantytec,
The Move,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Barracudas,
Hashim,
Wings,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sex Pistols,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Section 25,
Essential Logic,
Robert Görl,
Severed Heads,
Black Flag,
The Saints,
Pharoah Sanders,
Faraquet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Deadbeat,
The Count Five,
Monolake,
Royal Trux,
Sam Rivers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Toni Rubio,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nirvana,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.