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 Greece and from Stockholm.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Lou Christie to the grime 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
48th St. Collective,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gang Starr,
Erykah Badu,
Mad Mike,
Outsiders,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Sonics,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rod Modell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
David Bowie,
Nirvana,
Eddi Front,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jeru the Damaja,
Suicide,
Oneida,
Iggy Pop,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sonny Sharrock,
cv313,
Cymande,
Buzzcocks,
The Martian,
China Crisis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Brand Nubian,
The Smoke,
John Holt,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fortunes,
Todd Rundgren,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
New Order,
Radio Birdman,
The Real Kids,
Vainqueur,
Rufus Thomas,
John Cale,
These Immortal Souls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
June of 44,
Fat Boys,
Unwound,
Minnie Riperton,
Sandy B,
Metal Thangz,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Association,
Dual Sessions,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Human League,
The Five Americans,
Ultravox,
Little Man,
Rhythm & Sound,
Delta 5,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.