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 Chile and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ 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 Boogie Down Productions to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Lucky Dragons,
The Modern Lovers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joe Finger,
Pet Shop Boys,
Loose Ends,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Y Pants,
DJ Sneak,
Mo-Dettes,
Iggy Pop,
Reagan Youth,
Siglo XX,
Circle Jerks,
Theoretical Girls,
Yellowson,
Leonard Cohen,
Freddie Wadling,
Anakelly,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soul II Soul,
Monks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Heaven 17,
The Five Americans,
Byron Stingily,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Glenn Branca,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wolf Eyes,
Motorama,
James White and The Blacks,
ABC,
Dorothy Ashby,
Funkadelic,
Morten Harket,
Zero Boys,
Letta Mbulu,
Scan 7,
Yusef Lateef,
These Immortal Souls,
Scion,
Can,
Erykah Badu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sarah Menescal,
Surgeon,
The Toasters,
This Heat,
The Fugs,
KRS-One,
Suicide,
Radio Birdman,
Eddi Front,
Sällskapet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Brothers Johnson,
Fat Boys,
Icehouse,
Sonic Youth,
Dual Sessions,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.