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 Jamaica and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar 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 Neu! to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Popol Vuh,
The Sisters of Mercy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Busters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roger Hodgson,
The Index,
Flash Fearless,
Funkadelic,
Iggy Pop,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joyce Sims,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Essential Logic,
Pharoah Sanders,
Siglo XX,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Cure,
Black Flag,
MDC,
Camouflage,
Pantaleimon,
The Music Machine,
Warren Ellis,
Avey Tare,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Harpers Bizarre,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Khruangbin,
L. Decosne,
Make Up,
Severed Heads,
Cluster,
David Bowie,
Joensuu 1685,
The Dead C,
The Fall,
The Techniques,
Cameo,
Black Sheep,
Drexciya,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The American Breed,
The Birthday Party,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dead Boys,
June Days,
Sonic Youth,
the Sonics,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobby Byrd,
Soul Sonic Force,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mark Hollis,
Swans,
Wings,
Bang On A Can,
Eddi Front,
Erasure,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.