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 Italy and from Lille.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Scott Walker to the techno 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 Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Nirvana,
Make Up,
Ponytail,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fad Gadget,
The Electric Prunes,
Bob Dylan,
Roxy Music,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cheater Slicks,
Isaac Hayes,
The Offenders,
Black Pus,
Fatback Band,
Goldenarms,
Circle Jerks,
Pantaleimon,
Blake Baxter,
Minutemen,
EPMD,
Silicon Teens,
Lou Christie,
The Buckinghams,
Bill Near,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Litter,
Idris Muhammad,
Tom Boy,
Sarah Menescal,
Bootsy Collins,
Altered Images,
The Gories,
Fear,
Flamin' Groovies,
D'Angelo,
Warren Ellis,
kango's stein massive,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ludus,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cybotron,
Camberwell Now,
Sonny Sharrock,
Donny Hathaway,
Index,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
New York Dolls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fortunes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Letta Mbulu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rekid,
One Last Wish,
Cecil Taylor,
Clear Light,
Quantec,
Minor Threat,
The Martian,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.