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 Cyprus and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sonic Youth to the electroclash 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Patti Smith,
ABC,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roy Ayers,
Yusef Lateef,
B.T. Express,
Shoche,
Pantytec,
Black Bananas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Danielle Patucci,
the Swans,
Clear Light,
Graham Central Station,
The Kinks,
Young Marble Giants,
Silicon Teens,
Alison Limerick,
Dawn Penn,
Subhumans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ludus,
Flash Fearless,
Ronan,
Oneida,
The Velvet Underground,
Banda Bassotti,
Faust,
Quantec,
The Count Five,
D'Angelo,
The Sonics,
Make Up,
The Move,
Gang Gang Dance,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eurythmics,
A Certain Ratio,
Stereo Dub,
Juan Atkins,
Isaac Hayes,
The Red Krayola,
Nirvana,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Maurizio,
Delon & Dalcan,
Alphaville,
Tom Boy,
L. Decosne,
Don Cherry,
U.S. Maple,
Easy Going,
Pulsallama,
Arthur Verocai,
Visage,
The Cramps,
John Coltrane,
Gang Starr,
Surgeon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joe Smooth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.