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 United States and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 June Days to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
The Modern Lovers,
Fat Boys,
Spandau Ballet,
Animal Collective,
Delta 5,
Motorama,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kurtis Blow,
Y Pants,
Sarah Menescal,
Young Marble Giants,
Anthony Braxton,
Magma,
John Cale,
Yusef Lateef,
Rod Modell,
Khruangbin,
Albert Ayler,
K-Klass,
Girls At Our Best!,
Radiohead,
Bootsy Collins,
Amazonics,
Stereo Dub,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mission of Burma,
Sonic Youth,
Barbara Tucker,
X-102,
The Techniques,
Terry Callier,
The Smoke,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Faust,
Donny Hathaway,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
DNA,
Pet Shop Boys,
Monolake,
Lyres,
Scott Walker,
Bill Near,
Fluxion,
Ultravox,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Chris Corsano,
Dennis Brown,
Minor Threat,
The Martian,
Iggy Pop,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Letta Mbulu,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gregory Isaacs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Panda Bear,
The Dave Clark Five,
Can,
Ituana,
Roger Hodgson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.