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 Mongolia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Danielle Patucci to the punk 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Q and Not U,
Maurizio,
L. Decosne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marshall Jefferson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ossler,
Reagan Youth,
Ludus,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Archie Shepp,
Jeff Lynne,
The Electric Prunes,
Depeche Mode,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
New Order,
Susan Cadogan,
Can,
Ornette Coleman,
PIL,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Divine Comedy,
Cybotron,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Stetsasonic,
Howard Jones,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Slick Rick,
Ronan,
Gabor Szabo,
Scion,
Desert Stars,
The Cure,
The Vogues,
Janne Schatter,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sound Behaviour,
X-Ray Spex,
Pet Shop Boys,
Funky Four + One,
Bang On A Can,
Groovy Waters,
Skaos,
The Grass Roots,
Essential Logic,
Stiv Bators,
Anthony Braxton,
Excepter,
Deakin,
The Seeds,
The Gap Band,
Au Pairs,
Buzzcocks,
Siglo XX,
These Immortal Souls,
Eric Copeland,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.