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 Ivory Coast and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare 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 The Victims to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Q and Not U,
Grandmaster Flash,
Janne Schatter,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bob Dylan,
Bush Tetras,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Camouflage,
Hashim,
Deadbeat,
Deepchord,
The Last Poets,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Icehouse,
A Certain Ratio,
The Vogues,
Lyres,
Grauzone,
David Axelrod,
a-ha,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Trojans,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Grass Roots,
Spandau Ballet,
Moss Icon,
JFA,
Roger Hodgson,
Todd Terry,
Kas Product,
Iggy Pop,
Rites of Spring,
Gang Gang Dance,
Letta Mbulu,
World's Most,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The United States of America,
The Motions,
Second Layer,
The Names,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Brothers Johnson,
Scott Walker,
Mantronix,
Magazine,
Scan 7,
Warsaw,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pagans,
Thompson Twins,
Tears for Fears,
Nils Olav,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Underground Resistance,
Amon Düül II,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dual Sessions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Loose Ends,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Sonics,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.