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 Seychelles and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Anakelly to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Procol Harum,
The Alarm Clocks,
JFA,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bill Wells,
The Five Americans,
The Kinks,
Audionom,
Flash Fearless,
The Sonics,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Quadrant,
Ornette Coleman,
The Cramps,
One Last Wish,
John Lydon,
Zero Boys,
Donny Hathaway,
the Germs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Slick Rick,
Cheater Slicks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Steve Hackett,
Loose Ends,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Darondo,
Kaleidoscope,
Mr. Review,
Iggy Pop,
Neil Young,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lower 48,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Zeros,
Amon Düül,
The Monks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Roy Ayers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Flipper,
James White and The Blacks,
Reuben Wilson,
L. Decosne,
Altered Images,
The Young Rascals,
Grey Daturas,
Letta Mbulu,
Michelle Simonal,
Patti Smith,
Crime,
Roxette,
the Sonics,
Bronski Beat,
Country Teasers,
Newcleus,
the Fania All-Stars,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.