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 Norway and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar 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 Niagra to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Shuggie Otis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Severed Heads,
The Star Department,
Donald Byrd,
The Names,
Unrelated Segments,
Oneida,
Subhumans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Maurizio,
Kurtis Blow,
Make Up,
Livin' Joy,
Roger Hodgson,
Rites of Spring,
China Crisis,
Little Man,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bad Manners,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Archie Shepp,
The Seeds,
Stetsasonic,
Symarip,
Ice-T,
Neil Young,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Association,
The Smiths,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nirvana,
Matthew Bourne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nas,
Y Pants,
New York Dolls,
The Moleskins,
Spandau Ballet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
D'Angelo,
Joy Division,
Quadrant,
Sun Ra,
Magazine,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bush Tetras,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Radiohead,
R.M.O.,
Mark Hollis,
Ultravox,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.