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 Marshall Islands and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Erykah Badu to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Josef K,
Hasil Adkins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Clear Light,
John Foxx,
Deakin,
The Five Americans,
Susan Cadogan,
Pagans,
The New Christs,
OOIOO,
The Remains,
Piero Umiliani,
Panda Bear,
The Beau Brummels,
Yusef Lateef,
Charles Mingus,
MC5,
The Slits,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mr. Review,
Bluetip,
the Soft Cell,
Au Pairs,
Hoover,
Bill Near,
Basic Channel,
Barbara Tucker,
Cameo,
F. McDonald,
The Golliwogs,
Chris Corsano,
Soul II Soul,
Kaleidoscope,
Outsiders,
The Fall,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Monolake,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wolf Eyes,
The Sound,
The Sonics,
La Düsseldorf,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Cowsills,
Stereo Dub,
Royal Trux,
Camberwell Now,
The Saints,
Quantec,
Gang Green,
The Gories,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
48th St. Collective,
Todd Rundgren,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fugs,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.