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 Chad and from London.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Albert Ayler,
Todd Terry,
Sound Behaviour,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Sällskapet,
Rod Modell,
The New Christs,
Unwound,
Yusef Lateef,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cameo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mars,
John Foxx,
Roxette,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Todd Rundgren,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Holt,
This Heat,
Soul II Soul,
D'Angelo,
Byron Stingily,
Malaria!,
Vladislav Delay,
The Residents,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Organ,
Colin Newman,
Average White Band,
Slick Rick,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cluster,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Motorama,
Robert Wyatt,
Pantaleimon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mark Hollis,
Lakeside,
Throbbing Gristle,
Liliput,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
UT,
Essential Logic,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fluxion,
The Techniques,
Pierre Henry,
Young Marble Giants,
Nico,
Silicon Teens,
Ornette Coleman,
Bootsy Collins,
Lungfish,
Gang of Four,
Goldenarms,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.