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 Lebanon and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the sitar 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 Jesper Dahlback to the grunge 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sonic Youth,
Hasil Adkins,
Joey Negro,
Essential Logic,
Scan 7,
Freddie Wadling,
The Smoke,
The Gories,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lower 48,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Section 25,
Derrick May,
FM Einheit,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jeff Lynne,
Josef K,
Intrusion,
Altered Images,
Drive Like Jehu,
Thee Headcoats,
Bad Manners,
Aloha Tigers,
Visage,
Quadrant,
The Happenings,
The Misunderstood,
Lee Hazlewood,
Colin Newman,
Magazine,
Black Sheep,
DJ Sneak,
Flash Fearless,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Buckinghams,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Real Kids,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Man Parrish,
Man Eating Sloth,
Alison Limerick,
Minor Threat,
The Monks,
The Moody Blues,
Howard Jones,
the Bar-Kays,
Nils Olav,
The Martian,
Smog,
Shoche,
Vladislav Delay,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
China Crisis,
The Blackbyrds,
Hoover,
Bobby Womack,
Henry Cow,
Aaron Thompson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobby Sherman,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.