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 Slovenia and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 David Bowie to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DeepChord presents Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Das Ding,
Japan,
Warsaw,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Electric Prunes,
Visage,
Mars,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Pus,
The Gladiators,
The Cowsills,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Index,
The Techniques,
Audionom,
Agitation Free,
Procol Harum,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Throbbing Gristle,
Matthew Bourne,
Thee Headcoats,
Roy Ayers,
Kenny Larkin,
Con Funk Shun,
Swans,
The Modern Lovers,
H. Thieme,
The Young Rascals,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Khruangbin,
T. Rex,
Sixth Finger,
Hashim,
UT,
FM Einheit,
Crooked Eye,
Godley & Creme,
The Red Krayola,
John Lydon,
Hasil Adkins,
Wasted Youth,
New Order,
Flash Fearless,
Nas,
Pere Ubu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Magazine,
KRS-One,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tim Buckley,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobby Sherman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eden Ahbez,
The Birthday Party,
Fugazi,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Victims,
The Mojo Men,
Surgeon,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.