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 Macedonia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
kango's stein massive,
New Age Steppers,
Joyce Sims,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jerry's Kids,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joe Smooth,
Gang of Four,
Royal Trux,
Man Parrish,
The Gun Club,
Dual Sessions,
The Tremeloes,
Pere Ubu,
Funkadelic,
Gong,
Bauhaus,
Black Moon,
Colin Newman,
Grauzone,
Whodini,
Lalann,
Cluster,
The Slits,
Eli Mardock,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Masters at Work,
Barry Ungar,
Crooked Eye,
Sun Ra,
Bush Tetras,
U.S. Maple,
Brothers Johnson,
Shuggie Otis,
Ronnie Foster,
Roy Ayers,
Kas Product,
Moss Icon,
Todd Rundgren,
Roxy Music,
Donny Hathaway,
Bronski Beat,
Tres Demented,
Sight & Sound,
Bobby Sherman,
The Velvet Underground,
Mark Hollis,
David Bowie,
Reuben Wilson,
Livin' Joy,
the Association,
Soft Cell,
Pierre Henry,
Robert Wyatt,
The Monks,
Aloha Tigers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Grey Daturas,
Black Sheep,
Jacques Brel,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.