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 Georgia and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Althea and Donna to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Eurythmics,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Saints,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The American Breed,
OOIOO,
Echospace,
Arab on Radar,
The Cure,
Sixth Finger,
Joey Negro,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sam Rivers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ituana,
Laurel Aitken,
The Sonics,
Connie Case,
Accadde A,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Icehouse,
Quantec,
Idris Muhammad,
MDC,
Kayak,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cameo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
UT,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Neon Judgement,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bluetip,
The Pretty Things,
Davy DMX,
The Gladiators,
Chrome,
Nick Fraelich,
Public Image Ltd.,
10cc,
Hasil Adkins,
Ultravox,
Slave,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Grauzone,
Suburban Knight,
Eric Dolphy,
Wings,
Robert Wyatt,
The Last Poets,
The Doobie Brothers,
JFA,
Jeff Mills,
Guru Guru,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.