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 Serbia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin 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 Suicide to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Q65,
Boredoms,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
U.S. Maple,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tubeway Army,
Tommy Roe,
Gong,
Archie Shepp,
Joe Smooth,
Organ,
Mars,
Trumans Water,
The Slits,
Soul II Soul,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ohio Players,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Thompson Twins,
Arthur Verocai,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pere Ubu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wally Richardson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
X-102,
Sister Nancy,
World's Most,
Eddi Front,
Gabor Szabo,
Flipper,
The Blues Magoos,
Excepter,
Slave,
Harry Pussy,
Section 25,
Whodini,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Suicide,
John Lydon,
Godley & Creme,
Roger Hodgson,
Pagans,
Subhumans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
One Last Wish,
Johnny Clarke,
The Divine Comedy,
R.M.O.,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mission of Burma,
Howard Jones,
The Pretty Things,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Thee Headcoats,
Tim Buckley,
Peter & Gordon,
Ultra Naté,
Barry Ungar,
Junior Murvin,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.