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 Dominican Republic and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Big Daddy Kane to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
The Monks,
Todd Rundgren,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sexual Harrassment,
Zapp,
Fear,
New Age Steppers,
Eric Dolphy,
The American Breed,
Iggy Pop,
Panda Bear,
Bobby Hutcherson,
R.M.O.,
The Invisible,
The Black Dice,
The Knickerbockers,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fall,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joensuu 1685,
Gang of Four,
The Toasters,
Josef K,
Funkadelic,
10cc,
Angry Samoans,
The Sound,
Swans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Idris Muhammad,
The Grass Roots,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Alphaville,
John Foxx,
The Dirtbombs,
The Gories,
Essential Logic,
KRS-One,
Jeff Mills,
U.S. Maple,
Sandy B,
The Techniques,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ronnie Foster,
Warren Ellis,
Grauzone,
Crash Course in Science,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Last Poets,
Wolf Eyes,
Isaac Hayes,
Theoretical Girls,
Andrew Hill,
Scion,
World's Most,
Al Stewart,
Massinfluence,
FM Einheit,
Sister Nancy,
Royal Trux,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.