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 Maldives and from Bologna.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Cairo.
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 1976 at the first Chic 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 L. Decosne to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Scratch Acid,
Gong,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Litter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Soft Cell,
Adolescents,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Babytalk,
Joy Division,
Brothers Johnson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joey Negro,
The Smiths,
the Slits,
Black Moon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ohio Players,
Ornette Coleman,
The Last Poets,
Janne Schatter,
Morten Harket,
Derrick Morgan,
MC5,
Nico,
Drexciya,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wolf Eyes,
Royal Trux,
L. Decosne,
Cheater Slicks,
Leonard Cohen,
Bad Manners,
Sex Pistols,
Piero Umiliani,
Terry Callier,
The Sonics,
The Names,
The Count Five,
John Cale,
The Cure,
Nas,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Red Krayola,
Urselle,
The Invisible,
Ronan,
The Motions,
Peter & Gordon,
The Stooges,
Marshall Jefferson,
Spoonie Gee,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Country Teasers,
Charles Mingus,
The Standells,
Don Cherry,
Section 25,
Pulsallama,
Radio Birdman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.