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 Ivory Coast and from New York.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin 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 Harmonia to the rock 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Dennis Brown,
Suicide,
Malaria!,
Soft Cell,
Half Japanese,
The Gladiators,
L. Decosne,
Blancmange,
Ralphi Rosario,
A Certain Ratio,
Yellowson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Divine Comedy,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Seeds,
Porter Ricks,
Main Source,
Cecil Taylor,
The Grass Roots,
Bauhaus,
The Zeros,
The Toasters,
Lebanon Hanover,
D'Angelo,
The Evens,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Desert Stars,
Symarip,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Swans,
Oblivians,
CMW,
Alton Ellis,
Arab on Radar,
Fugazi,
Susan Cadogan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rod Modell,
The Last Poets,
Jandek,
This Heat,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dual Sessions,
Tim Buckley,
The Cowsills,
Das Ding,
Sixth Finger,
Newcleus,
the Fania All-Stars,
Young Marble Giants,
The Associates,
The Gap Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Audionom,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Slick Rick,
The Skatalites,
Popol Vuh,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.