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 Solomon Islands and from Mexico City.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Joe Smooth to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
CMW,
Jeff Lynne,
Nation of Ulysses,
Simply Red,
Warsaw,
Althea and Donna,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Oneida,
Charles Mingus,
Rites of Spring,
The Zeros,
Jandek,
Fat Boys,
Magazine,
Joe Finger,
Andrew Hill,
Accadde A,
Wings,
Crime,
The Young Rascals,
Harmonia,
F. McDonald,
The Sonics,
The Durutti Column,
Das Ding,
The Motions,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Moby Grape,
ABC,
Banda Bassotti,
Joe Smooth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Make Up,
Jacques Brel,
Crooked Eye,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Barracudas,
Procol Harum,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ralphi Rosario,
Henry Cow,
Moebius,
The Busters,
Ronnie Foster,
The Index,
Roxette,
The Star Department,
Dawn Penn,
China Crisis,
Bobby Sherman,
New Age Steppers,
The Grass Roots,
Sarah Menescal,
Public Enemy,
Wasted Youth,
Warren Ellis,
the Swans,
Technova,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.