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 Albania and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 June of 44 to the electroclash 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Terry Callier,
Flamin' Groovies,
Basic Channel,
Easy Going,
Ken Boothe,
Patti Smith,
Derrick May,
Tom Boy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lou Christie,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tubeway Army,
Alison Limerick,
Sam Rivers,
The Searchers,
the Soft Cell,
Don Cherry,
Rhythm & Sound,
L. Decosne,
The Leaves,
Can,
This Heat,
The United States of America,
Lou Reed,
Black Flag,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Buckinghams,
Marine Girls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Skaos,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soulsonic Force,
Soul Sonic Force,
Arab on Radar,
Yazoo,
Dark Day,
Piero Umiliani,
The Doors,
Eve St. Jones,
Kenny Larkin,
Peter & Gordon,
Alphaville,
These Immortal Souls,
Stiv Bators,
Mars,
Toni Rubio,
The Young Rascals,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Warsaw,
David McCallum,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Half Japanese,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joe Smooth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Hutcherson,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.