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 Belize and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Los Fastidios to the punk 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Minnie Riperton,
Altered Images,
The Young Rascals,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Derrick Morgan,
Mandrill,
B.T. Express,
Siglo XX,
Pagans,
Shuggie Otis,
Kas Product,
John Holt,
Gil Scott Heron,
Model 500,
The Searchers,
Scion,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lindisfarne,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The New Christs,
Peter and Kerry,
Lee Hazlewood,
Man Parrish,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eli Mardock,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sun City Girls,
Newcleus,
Organ,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Matthew Halsall,
Joe Finger,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Quadrant,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
New York Dolls,
H. Thieme,
Chris Corsano,
K-Klass,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Throbbing Gristle,
Faraquet,
Ronnie Foster,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dennis Brown,
Toni Rubio,
Make Up,
Desert Stars,
David Axelrod,
This Heat,
Can,
ABBA,
The Gladiators,
Quantec,
Ohio Players,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.