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 Equatorial Guinea and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
The Dave Clark Five,
Albert Ayler,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Morten Harket,
Dave Gahan,
KRS-One,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Terry Callier,
Funky Four + One,
Terrestrial Tones,
Shoche,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Normal,
MDC,
Don Cherry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ultravox,
cv313,
Donny Hathaway,
The Smoke,
Wings,
Parry Music,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Boz Scaggs,
Lindisfarne,
Tomorrow,
Sparks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pagans,
Crash Course in Science,
Newcleus,
David McCallum,
Carl Craig,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rufus Thomas,
Godley & Creme,
The Detroit Cobras,
Amon Düül II,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Can,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cameo,
Sister Nancy,
Eurythmics,
Scratch Acid,
Ice-T,
The Real Kids,
Duran Duran,
Nils Olav,
Todd Rundgren,
Cecil Taylor,
Interpol,
Chris Corsano,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Con Funk Shun,
Mars,
The Young Rascals,
Radiohead,
Black Flag,
The Kinks,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.