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 Portugal and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 David Bowie to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cluster,
The Modern Lovers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sparks,
Inner City,
Boredoms,
The Saints,
Glenn Branca,
Visage,
The Human League,
Absolute Body Control,
Camberwell Now,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Standells,
Pagans,
Popol Vuh,
DJ Style,
Iggy Pop,
Chrome,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eric Dolphy,
Youth Brigade,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Angry Samoans,
Joey Negro,
Wally Richardson,
Piero Umiliani,
June Days,
Ituana,
The Real Kids,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
David McCallum,
Tommy Roe,
Ronnie Foster,
Scott Walker,
Henry Cow,
Morten Harket,
Soft Machine,
Radiohead,
Procol Harum,
Tropical Tobacco,
Albert Ayler,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
DJ Sneak,
Jawbox,
Carl Craig,
Yellowson,
The Smoke,
X-101,
Barrington Levy,
Arthur Verocai,
The Shadows of Knight,
Adolescents,
Sight & Sound,
Dark Day,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Amon Düül II,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.