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 Paraguay and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ 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 Arcadia to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
The Motions,
Country Teasers,
In Retrospect,
Lucky Dragons,
The Modern Lovers,
Michelle Simonal,
The Fall,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rakim,
Franke,
Deadbeat,
Mo-Dettes,
X-101,
Rapeman,
Angry Samoans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
48th St. Collective,
Dawn Penn,
Pantaleimon,
Au Pairs,
Underground Resistance,
The Techniques,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Pus,
Max Romeo,
K-Klass,
Intrusion,
Alice Coltrane,
Kurtis Blow,
Grey Daturas,
Technova,
Neu!,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Reagan Youth,
Reuben Wilson,
The Litter,
Groovy Waters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crispy Ambulance,
Japan,
Pussy Galore,
Avey Tare,
The Offenders,
Crime,
Janne Schatter,
Dennis Brown,
Arcadia,
Crispian St. Peters,
Freddie Wadling,
Ohio Players,
The Saints,
Black Bananas,
Visage,
Robert Wyatt,
The Beau Brummels,
The Doors,
The Slits,
Gang Gang Dance,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.