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 Tunisia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ultimate Spinach to the techno 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Alice Coltrane,
Television Personalities,
Anthony Braxton,
8 Eyed Spy,
OOIOO,
X-Ray Spex,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eric Dolphy,
John Coltrane,
Janne Schatter,
Mission of Burma,
cv313,
Yazoo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sex Pistols,
James White and The Blacks,
Scratch Acid,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Move,
The Tremeloes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Steve Hackett,
Scientists,
10cc,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Misunderstood,
The Blackbyrds,
Susan Cadogan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fort Wilson Riot,
T.S.O.L.,
Marshall Jefferson,
ABBA,
The Busters,
Radio Birdman,
Absolute Body Control,
Tres Demented,
Crispy Ambulance,
In Retrospect,
DNA,
The Trojans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Harmonia,
Qualms,
Youth Brigade,
Donald Byrd,
Suicide,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Severed Heads,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ultravox,
Pierre Henry,
Visage,
The Golliwogs,
Babytalk,
Jimmy McGriff,
Khruangbin,
The Dead C,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.