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 Serbia and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Terry Callier to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Sparks,
Television Personalities,
James White and The Blacks,
Piero Umiliani,
Al Stewart,
Delon & Dalcan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Techniques,
The Gories,
The Selecter,
Charles Mingus,
The Fire Engines,
Theoretical Girls,
Zero Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Zeros,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scratch Acid,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scrapy,
Bobby Byrd,
JFA,
Deepchord,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Cale,
Mr. Review,
Faraquet,
Althea and Donna,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Flag,
Danielle Patucci,
Soul II Soul,
Wolf Eyes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Yusef Lateef,
UT,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hardrive,
Aloha Tigers,
Alphaville,
Make Up,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bad Manners,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rekid,
Chris Corsano,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lou Christie,
The Human League,
Nils Olav,
Agent Orange,
Inner City,
Essential Logic,
Donny Hathaway,
Das Ding,
Ten City,
Marcia Griffiths,
Don Cherry,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.