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 Kenya and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bush Tetras to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Desert Stars,
Royal Trux,
the Bar-Kays,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Agitation Free,
Tomorrow,
Accadde A,
Robert Wyatt,
D'Angelo,
Kas Product,
Section 25,
Scientists,
Groovy Waters,
Howard Jones,
Livin' Joy,
Public Enemy,
John Cale,
The Doobie Brothers,
Todd Rundgren,
Los Fastidios,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gabor Szabo,
The Remains,
The Five Americans,
Adolescents,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Underground Resistance,
Lightning Bolt,
David Bowie,
The Beau Brummels,
Dennis Brown,
Circle Jerks,
OOIOO,
The Victims,
Tim Buckley,
The Raincoats,
Eddi Front,
The Selecter,
Donald Byrd,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sound Behaviour,
David Axelrod,
Warren Ellis,
The Saints,
Byron Stingily,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tom Boy,
Sonny Sharrock,
New Order,
The Motions,
The Kinks,
The Red Krayola,
Sexual Harrassment,
Deadbeat,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Yellowson,
Susan Cadogan,
Lucky Dragons,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.