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 Singapore and from New York.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 John Lydon to the crunk 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Laurel Aitken,
Circle Jerks,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Monochrome Set,
One Last Wish,
Arab on Radar,
Peter and Kerry,
Faust,
Sugar Minott,
Black Sheep,
Quadrant,
X-101,
Donald Byrd,
Soulsonic Force,
The Trojans,
The Walker Brothers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ronnie Foster,
LL Cool J,
the Sonics,
Kenny Larkin,
Cybotron,
The Music Machine,
Buzzcocks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Searchers,
Skaos,
Bob Dylan,
Joyce Sims,
Rakim,
Scott Walker,
Cluster,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scientists,
Lucky Dragons,
Peter & Gordon,
Groovy Waters,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Five Americans,
The Moleskins,
Barrington Levy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Connie Case,
Drexciya,
Al Stewart,
Wings,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Icehouse,
Amazonics,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eurythmics,
Siglo XX,
Piero Umiliani,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Boz Scaggs,
Goldenarms,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.