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 Slovenia and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 John Cale 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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Stockholm Monsters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Laurel Aitken,
Pierre Henry,
John Lydon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Royal Trux,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Evens,
Danielle Patucci,
Swans,
Oneida,
Amon Düül,
Albert Ayler,
The Moody Blues,
Zapp,
Franke,
DJ Style,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Sonics,
Mary Jane Girls,
AZ,
Pylon,
Desert Stars,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Agent Orange,
Funkadelic,
Chris Corsano,
Roxette,
OOIOO,
Ludus,
Brass Construction,
Al Stewart,
The Fortunes,
Basic Channel,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nico,
Suburban Knight,
The Birthday Party,
Andrew Hill,
The Golliwogs,
Sex Pistols,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mr. Review,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eurythmics,
The Slackers,
The Dirtbombs,
Faust,
Pharoah Sanders,
Glenn Branca,
X-Ray Spex,
Fear,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Alison Limerick,
Black Pus,
The Buckinghams,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.