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 Tanzania and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord 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 Sällskapet to the crunk 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Chris Corsano,
Bang On A Can,
Scratch Acid,
Piero Umiliani,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Smoke,
Donny Hathaway,
Kerri Chandler,
Royal Trux,
Ronan,
Fad Gadget,
Tres Demented,
Roger Hodgson,
Simply Red,
Absolute Body Control,
Jimmy McGriff,
Johnny Clarke,
Television Personalities,
Bobby Sherman,
Country Teasers,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Moleskins,
Reagan Youth,
Byron Stingily,
The Fortunes,
David Bowie,
Eric B and Rakim,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Audionom,
Eden Ahbez,
Tears for Fears,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joy Division,
Hot Snakes,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Don Cherry,
Urselle,
X-102,
Yaz,
Warsaw,
Zero Boys,
Rekid,
John Holt,
John Lydon,
Jerry's Kids,
Tropical Tobacco,
Quando Quango,
Angry Samoans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
DNA,
The Leaves,
The Mojo Men,
Monolake,
Amazonics,
Terry Callier,
Sugar Minott,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.