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 Angola and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Marvin Gaye to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe 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 a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Moody Blues,
Spoonie Gee,
Minnie Riperton,
The Associates,
Eric Dolphy,
Marmalade,
Oblivians,
Cheater Slicks,
Rufus Thomas,
Ornette Coleman,
Byron Stingily,
Mark Hollis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Harpers Bizarre,
Guru Guru,
The Searchers,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Stooges,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Soft Cell,
Boredoms,
Rosa Yemen,
Ice-T,
John Lydon,
Basic Channel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Reagan Youth,
Matthew Halsall,
Vladislav Delay,
The Blackbyrds,
Tubeway Army,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
David McCallum,
Tropical Tobacco,
Loose Ends,
Marc Almond,
Warren Ellis,
Hasil Adkins,
Los Fastidios,
Swans,
Chris Corsano,
Joe Finger,
Heaven 17,
X-102,
Ronnie Foster,
Neil Young,
Danielle Patucci,
Underground Resistance,
Barbara Tucker,
ABC,
Echospace,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Parry Music,
The Motions,
Ludus,
Clear Light,
Drive Like Jehu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Electric Prunes,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.