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 Moldova and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 F. McDonald to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gichy Dan,
a-ha,
Popol Vuh,
Q65,
Moss Icon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jeff Lynne,
Rotary Connection,
the Swans,
Vladislav Delay,
Oblivians,
Darondo,
Nils Olav,
The United States of America,
ABBA,
Maurizio,
Japan,
Unwound,
Niagra,
Mark Hollis,
Black Moon,
Blake Baxter,
Sällskapet,
the Human League,
The Residents,
Spandau Ballet,
Albert Ayler,
Black Bananas,
Bizarre Inc.,
X-102,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
kango's stein massive,
The Slits,
Harmonia,
Barry Ungar,
Lakeside,
Dave Gahan,
Ultra Naté,
Marc Almond,
Bush Tetras,
H. Thieme,
Peter & Gordon,
Public Enemy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pylon,
Symarip,
F. McDonald,
Mantronix,
Gabor Szabo,
Chrome,
Rakim,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Judy Mowatt,
Bill Near,
Howard Jones,
The Count Five,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Techniques,
The J.B.'s,
The Motions,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.