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 Somalia and from Manchester.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jandek 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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Zero Boys,
Minor Threat,
The Invisible,
Harpers Bizarre,
Franke,
Radiohead,
The Zeros,
The Pretty Things,
The Moleskins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Delta 5,
Gil Scott Heron,
Make Up,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fela Kuti,
Magazine,
Index,
Guru Guru,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dawn Penn,
Yellowson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kas Product,
Morten Harket,
Public Image Ltd.,
Anakelly,
Pet Shop Boys,
New Order,
Minny Pops,
Bush Tetras,
John Lydon,
Amazonics,
Wire,
Neil Young,
Porter Ricks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Toni Rubio,
Black Sheep,
Ituana,
Joy Division,
Lou Christie,
The Raincoats,
Mark Hollis,
Robert Hood,
The Sonics,
Quadrant,
Pharoah Sanders,
Leonard Cohen,
Liliput,
Dave Gahan,
Black Bananas,
Idris Muhammad,
The Remains,
Panda Bear,
Con Funk Shun,
Lungfish,
Wolf Eyes,
Parry Music,
Man Parrish,
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.