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 Bahrain and from Calgary.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the rock 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Maleditus Sound,
Swell Maps,
Parry Music,
The Angels of Light,
Joey Negro,
Brick,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Essential Logic,
Bootsy Collins,
Easy Going,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scion,
Buzzcocks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wire,
Goldenarms,
The Knickerbockers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bluetip,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hasil Adkins,
Icehouse,
Shoche,
Rites of Spring,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Japan,
Rod Modell,
Circle Jerks,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fall,
Pagans,
The Gories,
The Smoke,
The Mojo Men,
CMW,
the Slits,
The Dirtbombs,
The Sonics,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Techniques,
Chris & Cosey,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gabor Szabo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Silicon Teens,
Nation of Ulysses,
Popol Vuh,
Boz Scaggs,
Peter & Gordon,
Tommy Roe,
The New Christs,
Crime,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lungfish,
The Gap Band,
Fela Kuti,
Gang of Four,
Letta Mbulu,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.