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 Guyana and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the disco 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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Angry Samoans,
Man Parrish,
The Moody Blues,
Deadbeat,
Joe Finger,
Black Flag,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ronan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Evens,
Alphaville,
Public Enemy,
Skarface,
Patti Smith,
Y Pants,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Martian,
Eden Ahbez,
Gang Starr,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Organ,
Robert Wyatt,
Crime,
Trumans Water,
Jacob Miller,
Pantytec,
Archie Shepp,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Golliwogs,
Kaleidoscope,
Theoretical Girls,
Procol Harum,
T. Rex,
Nirvana,
Animal Collective,
Grauzone,
Cal Tjader,
Howard Jones,
The Sonics,
Bobby Womack,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Star Department,
The Flesh Eaters,
Morten Harket,
In Retrospect,
Wings,
The Kinks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Juan Atkins,
Janne Schatter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobby Byrd,
Ultra Naté,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pantaleimon,
Aswad,
Byron Stingily,
Eurythmics,
The Durutti Column,
Crispy Ambulance,
Andrew Hill,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.