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 Montenegro and from Accra.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the rock 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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Terry Callier,
Drive Like Jehu,
Y Pants,
Swell Maps,
X-101,
Underground Resistance,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The American Breed,
Gil Scott Heron,
Alison Limerick,
The Angels of Light,
Television Personalities,
Gang of Four,
Throbbing Gristle,
James Chance & The Contortions,
10cc,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lou Christie,
8 Eyed Spy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Davy DMX,
Bang On A Can,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Moebius,
Quantec,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sight & Sound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Seeds,
Swans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Popol Vuh,
Max Romeo,
Massinfluence,
Anakelly,
Unwound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Blackbyrds,
Mr. Review,
Lower 48,
Yusef Lateef,
The Searchers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Interpol,
Boogie Down Productions,
Shoche,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rufus Thomas,
Infiniti,
Saccharine Trust,
Iggy Pop,
Radio Birdman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Au Pairs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Alphaville,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
kango's stein massive,
Andrew Hill,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Gories,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.