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 Togo 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare 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 Fad Gadget to the disco 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 Residents. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Robert Görl,
Nico,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
KRS-One,
Sun City Girls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Blues Magoos,
48th St. Collective,
Peter & Gordon,
Sugar Minott,
The Moleskins,
Lou Christie,
The Misunderstood,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Agitation Free,
The Knickerbockers,
Make Up,
The American Breed,
Fatback Band,
Mars,
Josef K,
Delon & Dalcan,
Donny Hathaway,
The Cramps,
Stiv Bators,
Eve St. Jones,
X-101,
Scientists,
Andrew Hill,
Rufus Thomas,
Buzzcocks,
the Bar-Kays,
Minnie Riperton,
Cymande,
Lou Reed,
The Cure,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roxette,
Pere Ubu,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Names,
the Sonics,
Infiniti,
Yusef Lateef,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mantronix,
Tom Boy,
Swell Maps,
Sällskapet,
Section 25,
Zero Boys,
Adolescents,
Blossom Toes,
Sex Pistols,
Leonard Cohen,
Sarah Menescal,
Todd Rundgren,
Arcadia,
Joyce Sims,
X-Ray Spex,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.