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 Madagascar and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 Television to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes 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 oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Cameo,
John Coltrane,
Frankie Knuckles,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Busters,
Joey Negro,
Tim Buckley,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mr. Review,
Dawn Penn,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
JFA,
The Mummies,
Swans,
The Gap Band,
New Age Steppers,
Sound Behaviour,
OOIOO,
Tommy Roe,
Crime,
The United States of America,
Warsaw,
The Walker Brothers,
Camouflage,
F. McDonald,
Barbara Tucker,
Wolf Eyes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Swell Maps,
Das Ding,
Derrick May,
X-101,
The Young Rascals,
The Pretty Things,
E-Dancer,
The American Breed,
Blossom Toes,
Stereo Dub,
Roy Ayers,
Fad Gadget,
The Blues Magoos,
Yazoo,
Fear,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
10cc,
Boogie Down Productions,
Theoretical Girls,
Visage,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bang On A Can,
Moss Icon,
The Knickerbockers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Grass Roots,
Yellowson,
Johnny Clarke,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bootsy Collins,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.