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 Seychelles and from Spokane.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lower 48 to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Animal Collective,
Cameo,
Laurel Aitken,
Matthew Bourne,
T. Rex,
Sight & Sound,
Rapeman,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Moby Grape,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fat Boys,
Basic Channel,
Average White Band,
Dark Day,
LL Cool J,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Derrick Morgan,
Josef K,
Arcadia,
Susan Cadogan,
Heaven 17,
Audionom,
The Count Five,
The Skatalites,
The Vogues,
Sandy B,
the Swans,
James White and The Blacks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Morten Harket,
Sexual Harrassment,
Warren Ellis,
Marine Girls,
Davy DMX,
Reuben Wilson,
L. Decosne,
Procol Harum,
Aswad,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bronski Beat,
The Gap Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wasted Youth,
Minnie Riperton,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Coltrane,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Second Layer,
Malaria!,
Mad Mike,
Man Eating Sloth,
Khruangbin,
John Cale,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Suicide,
Soul Sonic Force,
Soulsonic Force,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.