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 Burkina and from New York.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 E-Dancer to the electroclash 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Tom Boy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Graham Central Station,
Fela Kuti,
The Residents,
Nick Fraelich,
H. Thieme,
Basic Channel,
Joe Finger,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Moleskins,
Chris & Cosey,
The Barracudas,
Fear,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joy Division,
Bob Dylan,
Tim Buckley,
Das Ding,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ronan,
Schoolly D,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Negative Approach,
Quantec,
Bobby Byrd,
Robert Görl,
The Martian,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fugs,
Slave,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tubeway Army,
Boz Scaggs,
Monks,
Mr. Review,
Barry Ungar,
Sister Nancy,
Rites of Spring,
Arab on Radar,
Roxette,
The Saints,
The Walker Brothers,
Cameo,
Monolake,
DNA,
Piero Umiliani,
Desert Stars,
Lalann,
Moby Grape,
Fatback Band,
Kurtis Blow,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.