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 Taiwan and from Portland.
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 Columbus and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the theremin 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Black Flag,
Marine Girls,
La Düsseldorf,
Moss Icon,
One Last Wish,
The Victims,
Jandek,
Kerri Chandler,
Ponytail,
Ituana,
The Searchers,
Swell Maps,
Morten Harket,
Liliput,
The Mummies,
Ultimate Spinach,
Franke,
Byron Stingily,
Boz Scaggs,
Funky Four + One,
Sonic Youth,
CMW,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Underground Resistance,
Basic Channel,
The Techniques,
Mandrill,
Mr. Review,
Suburban Knight,
Johnny Clarke,
The Moody Blues,
Alison Limerick,
X-101,
Procol Harum,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Idris Muhammad,
Donald Byrd,
Wings,
Joe Smooth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fall,
Bill Near,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Adolescents,
Derrick Morgan,
Essential Logic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soft Cell,
Nick Fraelich,
Amon Düül,
The Dirtbombs,
World's Most,
Symarip,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jacques Brel,
Scrapy,
Jeff Lynne,
Unrelated Segments,
Quantec,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.