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 Turkey and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet 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 Gong to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Niagra,
Bobby Womack,
Ultra Naté,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Blake Baxter,
Neu!,
The Real Kids,
Echospace,
Jacques Brel,
Anakelly,
Wolf Eyes,
D'Angelo,
Von Mondo,
Cymande,
Newcleus,
Bill Wells,
The Dead C,
Iggy Pop,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Radiopuhelimet,
Amon Düül II,
Lungfish,
Gong,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Aural Exciters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Franke,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Judy Mowatt,
The Invisible,
Derrick May,
Basic Channel,
Smog,
Ronan,
Connie Case,
Drexciya,
Archie Shepp,
Clear Light,
Crime,
The Fugs,
Skriet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pylon,
T. Rex,
Susan Cadogan,
Suicide,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dark Day,
Kaleidoscope,
The J.B.'s,
The Skatalites,
Motorama,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crash Course in Science,
Marvin Gaye,
Intrusion,
The Martian,
Eden Ahbez,
John Lydon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.