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 Equatorial Guinea and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Loose Ends to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Los Fastidios,
Black Flag,
U.S. Maple,
The Residents,
The Wake,
D'Angelo,
The Names,
Qualms,
B.T. Express,
The Red Krayola,
Tommy Roe,
Rotary Connection,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Quadrant,
Surgeon,
Supertramp,
the Germs,
Josef K,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Star Department,
Delon & Dalcan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crooked Eye,
Das Ding,
Avey Tare,
Amon Düül II,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gabor Szabo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eric Dolphy,
The Golliwogs,
Harmonia,
Blossom Toes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Quando Quango,
Q65,
Iggy Pop,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joensuu 1685,
Fluxion,
Godley & Creme,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joey Negro,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Smoke,
Yusef Lateef,
New Order,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Boogie Down Productions,
Popol Vuh,
Ossler,
Todd Terry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
T.S.O.L.,
Suicide,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Kinks,
Byron Stingily,
Harpers Bizarre,
Robert Hood,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.