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 Ecuador and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Stooges to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Man Parrish,
DJ Style,
Reuben Wilson,
Suicide,
Masters at Work,
Michelle Simonal,
The Divine Comedy,
The Index,
The Kinks,
The Music Machine,
The Stooges,
Yellowson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lakeside,
Marc Almond,
The Busters,
Heaven 17,
Barbara Tucker,
Tim Buckley,
Rod Modell,
Althea and Donna,
John Holt,
June Days,
Gichy Dan,
Derrick Morgan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Alice Coltrane,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Leonard Cohen,
New York Dolls,
Swell Maps,
Byron Stingily,
48th St. Collective,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bronski Beat,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Procol Harum,
Intrusion,
Delta 5,
Wire,
The Gun Club,
The Dead C,
Warren Ellis,
Andrew Hill,
Khruangbin,
The J.B.'s,
Q and Not U,
X-101,
Jawbox,
K-Klass,
Cymande,
The Remains,
Thee Headcoats,
Maurizio,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.