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 Bolivia and from Seoul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Crooked Eye to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Heaven 17,
Soulsonic Force,
Depeche Mode,
Harmonia,
Toni Rubio,
The Mummies,
The Buckinghams,
the Germs,
Eric Dolphy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Derrick Morgan,
Das Ding,
Urselle,
Peter & Gordon,
Oblivians,
Inner City,
Deakin,
Agent Orange,
The Divine Comedy,
Ludus,
Quadrant,
Bob Dylan,
Supertramp,
Flipper,
Tropical Tobacco,
Brick,
Skriet,
The Music Machine,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Warsaw,
The Tremeloes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Flag,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Absolute Body Control,
Jandek,
DNA,
The Move,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Walker Brothers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roxy Music,
The Dirtbombs,
Soul II Soul,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sister Nancy,
Bronski Beat,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soft Machine,
Monolake,
Lightning Bolt,
The Cowsills,
Cymande,
Arab on Radar,
Public Enemy,
Sarah Menescal,
Chris Corsano,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Traffic Nightmare,
CMW,
Crime,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.