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 Colombia and from Edmonton.
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 Copenhagen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Pylon to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator 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 linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Inner City,
Eric Dolphy,
Heaven 17,
Matthew Halsall,
Sonic Youth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Leonard Cohen,
Public Image Ltd.,
DJ Sneak,
The Black Dice,
In Retrospect,
Juan Atkins,
Lightning Bolt,
Warsaw,
Bill Wells,
Yellowson,
Lou Christie,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Moon,
Todd Terry,
Black Pus,
Buzzcocks,
Bluetip,
FM Einheit,
Ornette Coleman,
Smog,
Moby Grape,
JFA,
D'Angelo,
Royal Trux,
Television Personalities,
Kerrie Biddell,
Howard Jones,
Charles Mingus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Amon Düül,
KRS-One,
Visage,
The Walker Brothers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nation of Ulysses,
Magma,
The Blues Magoos,
Zapp,
Dawn Penn,
Average White Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Real Kids,
Wire,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Aural Exciters,
Simply Red,
Slick Rick,
Nils Olav,
Roger Hodgson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Monks,
Rufus Thomas,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.