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 Lithuania and from Seoul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron 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 Royal Trux to the dance 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Althea and Donna,
Camberwell Now,
Jawbox,
Scratch Acid,
Mr. Review,
Lakeside,
DJ Sneak,
The Martian,
T.S.O.L.,
Dawn Penn,
Lower 48,
Faraquet,
Eric Copeland,
Jeff Lynne,
The Count Five,
Arab on Radar,
Janne Schatter,
The Monochrome Set,
Rapeman,
Ronan,
Suburban Knight,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kaleidoscope,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Birthday Party,
Khruangbin,
D'Angelo,
The Sonics,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gregory Isaacs,
Spandau Ballet,
Masters at Work,
Minor Threat,
Roy Ayers,
B.T. Express,
LL Cool J,
Marvin Gaye,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Guru Guru,
Procol Harum,
Johnny Osbourne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Donny Hathaway,
Tommy Roe,
Oblivians,
Moss Icon,
Mo-Dettes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bill Wells,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Funkadelic,
These Immortal Souls,
Wasted Youth,
Girls At Our Best!,
K-Klass,
Amon Düül,
Leonard Cohen,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.