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 Grenada and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the güiro 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 Interpol to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Josef K,
Joey Negro,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ossler,
Skaos,
Marcia Griffiths,
JFA,
Harry Pussy,
Bootsy Collins,
Nas,
the Association,
Idris Muhammad,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nico,
Junior Murvin,
Throbbing Gristle,
DNA,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Moss Icon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pussy Galore,
Donny Hathaway,
Unrelated Segments,
Ralphi Rosario,
X-101,
Wolf Eyes,
the Germs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Robert Wyatt,
The Slits,
Monks,
DJ Style,
Q and Not U,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Matthew Halsall,
Quando Quango,
Circle Jerks,
Kerri Chandler,
Ludus,
X-102,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Durutti Column,
Infiniti,
Sarah Menescal,
Interpol,
Sandy B,
Delta 5,
The American Breed,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bizarre Inc.,
Porter Ricks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Section 25,
Radiohead,
Ultra Naté,
Todd Rundgren,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Echospace,
Dawn Penn,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.