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 Syria and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Chris & Cosey to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tim Buckley,
Joensuu 1685,
The Young Rascals,
Bob Dylan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Moby Grape,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Surgeon,
Rekid,
Man Parrish,
The Smoke,
Matthew Halsall,
Flipper,
Reuben Wilson,
The Busters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Brass Construction,
the Association,
Amon Düül,
Model 500,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crash Course in Science,
Oblivians,
Lower 48,
Nas,
Joe Finger,
Warren Ellis,
Babytalk,
The Standells,
Mars,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Human League,
Steve Hackett,
Funkadelic,
Chris & Cosey,
Kerri Chandler,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Eve St. Jones,
Peter and Kerry,
New Order,
The Real Kids,
Wally Richardson,
Second Layer,
Archie Shepp,
The Star Department,
Hoover,
Sexual Harrassment,
Alphaville,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Boz Scaggs,
Cal Tjader,
The Tremeloes,
ABC,
Rufus Thomas,
The Pretty Things,
Ralphi Rosario,
Harmonia,
Jimmy McGriff,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.