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 Kosovo and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Joy Division to the jazz 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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Eric Dolphy,
Aural Exciters,
Alphaville,
Tim Buckley,
Wasted Youth,
Minnie Riperton,
Stockholm Monsters,
Saccharine Trust,
The Tremeloes,
Symarip,
Q and Not U,
Howard Jones,
Minny Pops,
Eli Mardock,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ken Boothe,
Graham Central Station,
Juan Atkins,
MC5,
Hasil Adkins,
Joe Finger,
Cameo,
Alison Limerick,
Joe Smooth,
Rekid,
The Selecter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Mummies,
Cluster,
Joyce Sims,
Bill Wells,
Glenn Branca,
The Neon Judgement,
Tomorrow,
Rod Modell,
cv313,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Grass Roots,
China Crisis,
The Motions,
Monks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Urselle,
Soulsonic Force,
Nirvana,
Erykah Badu,
Josef K,
Cal Tjader,
Organ,
The Cowsills,
The Slackers,
Robert Görl,
Bobby Byrd,
The Red Krayola,
Skarface,
Sandy B,
Al Stewart,
Schoolly D,
Ponytail,
DJ Sneak,
Metal Thangz,
Zero Boys,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.