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 New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 Ultravox to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Brothers Johnson,
Cecil Taylor,
Sarah Menescal,
Siglo XX,
Soul II Soul,
Soft Machine,
Rites of Spring,
June Days,
Suicide,
Groovy Waters,
Average White Band,
Wally Richardson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wasted Youth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ice-T,
Nation of Ulysses,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Seeds,
Buzzcocks,
Alton Ellis,
Black Bananas,
Skaos,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Monks,
Ronan,
Pulsallama,
Scratch Acid,
X-Ray Spex,
Nico,
Pantaleimon,
Zapp,
James White and The Blacks,
Harmonia,
Hasil Adkins,
Neu!,
Theoretical Girls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Freddie Wadling,
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Pus,
Brick,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bad Manners,
Letta Mbulu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Wake,
Donald Byrd,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Happenings,
Flash Fearless,
Mantronix,
Bizarre Inc.,
Half Japanese,
Chris Corsano,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ten City,
The Pretty Things,
Reuben Wilson,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.