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 Brazil and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb 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 Rotary Connection to the grunge 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pylon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Funky Four + One,
Minutemen,
The Sound,
Marc Almond,
the Human League,
David Bowie,
Little Man,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fortunes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Erasure,
Al Stewart,
The Grass Roots,
Lou Reed,
Rapeman,
Thee Headcoats,
Accadde A,
Television Personalities,
Urselle,
Niagra,
The Index,
Kaleidoscope,
Marmalade,
Lower 48,
FM Einheit,
Terry Callier,
The Move,
Crooked Eye,
Black Moon,
Brass Construction,
Wasted Youth,
Faust,
The Moody Blues,
The Buckinghams,
Malaria!,
Andrew Hill,
Faraquet,
Essential Logic,
Michelle Simonal,
Chris & Cosey,
Pharoah Sanders,
Depeche Mode,
K-Klass,
Ossler,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Junior Murvin,
Judy Mowatt,
The Techniques,
Oneida,
The Selecter,
Boz Scaggs,
Sixth Finger,
Sight & Sound,
Bluetip,
Cal Tjader,
The Slackers,
Mission of Burma,
Aural Exciters,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.