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 Armenia and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Bad Manners to the rap 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
8 Eyed Spy,
Make Up,
KRS-One,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Monks,
Lower 48,
L. Decosne,
The Searchers,
Aswad,
The Music Machine,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fatback Band,
Quando Quango,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Birthday Party,
Moss Icon,
Donald Byrd,
Soft Cell,
Grauzone,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ornette Coleman,
Lyres,
Tommy Roe,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scott Walker,
Scrapy,
Hashim,
Throbbing Gristle,
Agent Orange,
Electric Prunes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Swell Maps,
Easy Going,
Suburban Knight,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Morten Harket,
Jacques Brel,
The Misunderstood,
H. Thieme,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eric Copeland,
Eli Mardock,
Cecil Taylor,
Max Romeo,
Joensuu 1685,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lakeside,
Smog,
Country Teasers,
Aural Exciters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Johnny Osbourne,
The New Christs,
Y Pants,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Dead C,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Das Ding,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.