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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Tommy Roe,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Robert Wyatt,
The Fortunes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Velvet Underground,
Anakelly,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Masters at Work,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
AZ,
Arcadia,
Lebanon Hanover,
DJ Style,
Spoonie Gee,
Rosa Yemen,
Toni Rubio,
Fat Boys,
Joey Negro,
The Litter,
Moebius,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ken Boothe,
Warren Ellis,
the Association,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Barry Ungar,
Ossler,
Robert Görl,
Trumans Water,
Lou Reed,
John Lydon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Cramps,
Infiniti,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Young Rascals,
Hardrive,
The Dirtbombs,
The Victims,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sun Ra,
Rufus Thomas,
Inner City,
Alphaville,
Bush Tetras,
Lou Christie,
Eric B and Rakim,
Archie Shepp,
Procol Harum,
Bill Wells,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Monolake,
Pole,
X-101,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.