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 Nicaragua and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum 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 T. Rex to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hot Snakes,
Make Up,
cv313,
Fela Kuti,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Brick,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Barry Ungar,
Derrick May,
Spoonie Gee,
the Bar-Kays,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Blues Magoos,
Trumans Water,
Kas Product,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Freddie Wadling,
Cameo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Aural Exciters,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Sheep,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nas,
Avey Tare,
Barbara Tucker,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
OOIOO,
the Slits,
Lightning Bolt,
The Techniques,
The Sonics,
Slick Rick,
Bobby Byrd,
Intrusion,
Urselle,
Swans,
Neu!,
Bobby Sherman,
Vainqueur,
The Flesh Eaters,
Negative Approach,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Seeds,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Siglo XX,
Depeche Mode,
Babytalk,
Jeff Mills,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wings,
The Sound,
Lou Christie,
Erasure,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.