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 El Salvador and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Harpers Bizarre to the techno 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Delta 5,
The Smiths,
Todd Terry,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lou Christie,
The Selecter,
Procol Harum,
DNA,
Ice-T,
Brass Construction,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mantronix,
Oneida,
Jerry's Kids,
Lalann,
Cybotron,
Leonard Cohen,
Ohio Players,
Franke,
Throbbing Gristle,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fear,
Piero Umiliani,
Mad Mike,
The Buckinghams,
Flash Fearless,
One Last Wish,
Soul II Soul,
John Foxx,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobby Sherman,
F. McDonald,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lalo Schifrin,
The J.B.'s,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sam Rivers,
The American Breed,
The Barracudas,
Outsiders,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Sonics,
8 Eyed Spy,
Maleditus Sound,
Excepter,
Nirvana,
The Fortunes,
The Gun Club,
Bobby Byrd,
Robert Görl,
The Music Machine,
Ornette Coleman,
Motorama,
Steve Hackett,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Real Kids,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.