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 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro 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 Q and Not U to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Main Source,
Crispian St. Peters,
Agitation Free,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rosa Yemen,
David McCallum,
Jacob Miller,
Nirvana,
Archie Shepp,
Gong,
Scott Walker,
Neil Young,
Blake Baxter,
The Detroit Cobras,
Minutemen,
Swans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Alton Ellis,
Stetsasonic,
X-101,
Tubeway Army,
Newcleus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Groovy Waters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
cv313,
Roger Hodgson,
Jawbox,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Blackbyrds,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Barracudas,
Albert Ayler,
The Cramps,
Soul Sonic Force,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Public Image Ltd.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Red Krayola,
the Sonics,
Cybotron,
Kas Product,
T. Rex,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Negative Approach,
Kerri Chandler,
Thee Headcoats,
Outsiders,
Kayak,
Tommy Roe,
Juan Atkins,
Bang On A Can,
Nick Fraelich,
Brand Nubian,
Heaven 17,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Reuben Wilson,
Khruangbin,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.