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 Morocco and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet 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 Jimmy McGriff to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
David McCallum,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Dirtbombs,
Idris Muhammad,
Jacob Miller,
Outsiders,
The Saints,
A Certain Ratio,
Popol Vuh,
X-101,
T. Rex,
The Searchers,
Can,
Bauhaus,
Ituana,
Gang Starr,
Ossler,
Loose Ends,
The Doors,
The Blackbyrds,
The Dead C,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mars,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ten City,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fall,
Junior Murvin,
Amon Düül II,
Donald Byrd,
Sugar Minott,
Sparks,
MDC,
The Real Kids,
Dead Boys,
The Doobie Brothers,
Donny Hathaway,
Terry Callier,
Camberwell Now,
DJ Sneak,
John Foxx,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Associates,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Little Man,
Ice-T,
Make Up,
The Busters,
Con Funk Shun,
Monolake,
The Gun Club,
The Offenders,
Moss Icon,
Whodini,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
UT,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Michelle Simonal,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.