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 Senegal and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 a-ha to the funk 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gastr Del Sol,
Suicide,
The Dave Clark Five,
Country Teasers,
Mr. Review,
X-102,
The Mojo Men,
Groovy Waters,
Minutemen,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Real Kids,
Pierre Henry,
Public Enemy,
Shuggie Otis,
Deakin,
Talk Talk,
Animal Collective,
LL Cool J,
The Evens,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hasil Adkins,
World's Most,
Livin' Joy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Blossom Toes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Negative Approach,
June Days,
DJ Sneak,
Prince Buster,
EPMD,
The Moody Blues,
Guru Guru,
Davy DMX,
Big Daddy Kane,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
MDC,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joyce Sims,
Mad Mike,
The Beau Brummels,
Flash Fearless,
Black Flag,
Lyres,
The Smiths,
T.S.O.L.,
Ituana,
Marshall Jefferson,
B.T. Express,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Maleditus Sound,
Pylon,
Patti Smith,
The Raincoats,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.