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 San Marino and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Gabor Szabo to the rock 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
The Smiths,
The Mojo Men,
Ultra Naté,
Rakim,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lungfish,
The Fall,
Rekid,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pole,
Ponytail,
The Move,
Monolake,
New Order,
The Angels of Light,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Gladiators,
Hasil Adkins,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Young Rascals,
Tears for Fears,
Pantaleimon,
World's Most,
Eve St. Jones,
Charles Mingus,
Sparks,
Youth Brigade,
Slave,
Zapp,
Al Stewart,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Shoche,
The Raincoats,
Rufus Thomas,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nico,
Delta 5,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Gun Club,
Harpers Bizarre,
kango's stein massive,
Ronnie Foster,
Suburban Knight,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kas Product,
Hashim,
Panda Bear,
James White and The Blacks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
CMW,
Alice Coltrane,
Malaria!,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wally Richardson,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.