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 Romania and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron 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 The Monochrome Set to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Flag,
Bush Tetras,
CMW,
The Cowsills,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eric Dolphy,
Model 500,
F. McDonald,
Sun Ra,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mission of Burma,
The Trojans,
Parry Music,
Hoover,
Maleditus Sound,
Vainqueur,
Mantronix,
Chris Corsano,
Sixth Finger,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jeff Mills,
Stereo Dub,
Groovy Waters,
Blancmange,
Althea and Donna,
Masters at Work,
Al Stewart,
Joey Negro,
Outsiders,
Blake Baxter,
Dark Day,
Marvin Gaye,
Moss Icon,
Toni Rubio,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crash Course in Science,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fear,
Ronnie Foster,
Symarip,
Glenn Branca,
Graham Central Station,
Royal Trux,
Bauhaus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Barrington Levy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Zapp,
cv313,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
One Last Wish,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Peter and Kerry,
Ten City,
Barclay James Harvest,
Janne Schatter,
Alphaville,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.