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 Paraguay and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar 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 Scott Walker to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Marc Almond,
New Order,
Barbara Tucker,
Shuggie Otis,
Sex Pistols,
Dennis Brown,
June of 44,
Altered Images,
Arab on Radar,
Visage,
Soft Cell,
Matthew Halsall,
DJ Style,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cal Tjader,
Brand Nubian,
Gang Gang Dance,
Spandau Ballet,
The Beau Brummels,
Sun City Girls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joe Finger,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sam Rivers,
Stereo Dub,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Slits,
Joe Smooth,
Electric Prunes,
Chrome,
Skarface,
The Remains,
The Barracudas,
Barclay James Harvest,
Althea and Donna,
Wasted Youth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ornette Coleman,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fire Engines,
Whodini,
T.S.O.L.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Donny Hathaway,
Harry Pussy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Piero Umiliani,
Barry Ungar,
Lebanon Hanover,
Albert Ayler,
Lightning Bolt,
Easy Going,
The Gladiators,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sight & Sound,
Agitation Free,
The Five Americans,
Glambeats Corp.,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.