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 Somalia and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 UT to the rap 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
The Cure,
a-ha,
Lindisfarne,
Kerri Chandler,
Index,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Niagra,
Iggy Pop,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nils Olav,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Metal Thangz,
Pierre Henry,
Harry Pussy,
cv313,
Aaron Thompson,
The Wake,
The Last Poets,
The Motions,
D'Angelo,
Lungfish,
Trumans Water,
Piero Umiliani,
Joey Negro,
Warren Ellis,
Saccharine Trust,
Jawbox,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Alice Coltrane,
Man Parrish,
Ronnie Foster,
Kurtis Blow,
Royal Trux,
The Trojans,
Buzzcocks,
Henry Cow,
Soft Cell,
Yellowson,
Minnie Riperton,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Cale,
Nas,
New York Dolls,
Massinfluence,
The Toasters,
Section 25,
Los Fastidios,
The Selecter,
Black Flag,
Nirvana,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Modern Lovers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Funkadelic,
The Monks,
Bootsy Collins,
Vladislav Delay,
Brick,
Barrington Levy,
T. Rex,
Maleditus Sound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.