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 Belarus and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe 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 The Birthday Party to the funk 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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Deadbeat,
The Golliwogs,
Soul Sonic Force,
One Last Wish,
Flash Fearless,
Minny Pops,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Sonics,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pole,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eli Mardock,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jeff Mills,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fluxion,
Isaac Hayes,
Bobby Byrd,
The American Breed,
Outsiders,
Rosa Yemen,
Brothers Johnson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Schoolly D,
Easy Going,
Stockholm Monsters,
Anakelly,
Althea and Donna,
Gil Scott Heron,
10cc,
Country Teasers,
Pere Ubu,
Pet Shop Boys,
Theoretical Girls,
T. Rex,
Agitation Free,
Donny Hathaway,
Gang Starr,
The Searchers,
Marmalade,
The Offenders,
Rod Modell,
Mr. Review,
Bobby Sherman,
Clear Light,
Aaron Thompson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joey Negro,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Move,
Khruangbin,
Yaz,
Mantronix,
Danielle Patucci,
Malaria!,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.