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 Estonia and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Groovy Waters,
Chris & Cosey,
R.M.O.,
Vainqueur,
Bob Dylan,
Amazonics,
Ornette Coleman,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Swans,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sam Rivers,
The Litter,
OOIOO,
Malaria!,
The Wake,
Bobby Byrd,
Alton Ellis,
Chris Corsano,
The Human League,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pere Ubu,
Robert Wyatt,
CMW,
Jerry's Kids,
Nico,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Juan Atkins,
The Detroit Cobras,
U.S. Maple,
Gong,
LL Cool J,
Bauhaus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Aural Exciters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Livin' Joy,
FM Einheit,
JFA,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lindisfarne,
Iggy Pop,
Danielle Patucci,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jeff Lynne,
Basic Channel,
Animal Collective,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eric Dolphy,
The Misunderstood,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roy Ayers,
Intrusion,
Sex Pistols,
Dawn Penn,
The Fugs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ken Boothe,
Alice Coltrane,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.