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 Luxembourg and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe 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 Drexciya to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Eli Mardock,
Nirvana,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
U.S. Maple,
The Victims,
Lou Reed,
The Offenders,
Goldenarms,
Wolf Eyes,
Jawbox,
Pharoah Sanders,
Letta Mbulu,
The Evens,
Outsiders,
The Star Department,
Lungfish,
Ronnie Foster,
Minny Pops,
Negative Approach,
Boredoms,
Harpers Bizarre,
This Heat,
Gang Gang Dance,
PIL,
Essential Logic,
David McCallum,
Arcadia,
Iggy Pop,
Fela Kuti,
Black Sheep,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scion,
Todd Terry,
The Move,
John Coltrane,
Sixth Finger,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jacques Brel,
Suburban Knight,
Kayak,
Patti Smith,
Stiv Bators,
the Bar-Kays,
The Kinks,
The Last Poets,
The Divine Comedy,
Wings,
Terry Callier,
Crooked Eye,
Lee Hazlewood,
Colin Newman,
Slick Rick,
Aswad,
Babytalk,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Piero Umiliani,
Agent Orange,
Sexual Harrassment,
Motorama,
Altered Images, Altered Images, Altered Images, Altered Images.
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.