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 Malawi and from Calgary.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Fugazi,
Sixth Finger,
Aloha Tigers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Terrestrial Tones,
Saccharine Trust,
Lakeside,
Henry Cow,
Scrapy,
Fela Kuti,
Public Enemy,
Blossom Toes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jeff Mills,
Second Layer,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Index,
Wasted Youth,
Derrick Morgan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Knickerbockers,
Nik Kershaw,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roger Hodgson,
MC5,
Jawbox,
Porter Ricks,
Jandek,
LL Cool J,
Gang Gang Dance,
Stereo Dub,
The Pop Group,
Funkadelic,
The Flesh Eaters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Das Ding,
U.S. Maple,
Isaac Hayes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nico,
The Litter,
Robert Hood,
Reuben Wilson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Circle Jerks,
Altered Images,
Nas,
Laurel Aitken,
The Young Rascals,
The Wake,
Angry Samoans,
X-102,
The Divine Comedy,
Mad Mike,
Dawn Penn,
The Techniques,
Echospace,
Crash Course in Science,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.