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 Cuba and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Essential Logic to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Goldenarms,
Barrington Levy,
Fluxion,
Parry Music,
Hot Snakes,
Crooked Eye,
Lee Hazlewood,
CMW,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Model 500,
Jacob Miller,
Ultimate Spinach,
Erykah Badu,
Alice Coltrane,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Easy Going,
DNA,
Sonic Youth,
Severed Heads,
Joe Smooth,
Dawn Penn,
Charles Mingus,
The Techniques,
Bauhaus,
Harmonia,
Monks,
Panda Bear,
The Moleskins,
Infiniti,
Bill Wells,
Deepchord,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Radio Birdman,
Eurythmics,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lungfish,
Pussy Galore,
Donald Byrd,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Icehouse,
Rufus Thomas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Moon,
Tears for Fears,
Camberwell Now,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Boz Scaggs,
Danielle Patucci,
Tomorrow,
Eve St. Jones,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nick Fraelich,
Urselle,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sarah Menescal,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.