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 New Zealand and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the guitar 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 Rhythm & Sound to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Hot Snakes,
Yaz,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Skriet,
Carl Craig,
Fatback Band,
Amon Düül II,
Man Parrish,
Rapeman,
Brothers Johnson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lalann,
Black Moon,
Wire,
Organ,
Chris Corsano,
The Victims,
Joensuu 1685,
F. McDonald,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Animal Collective,
Youth Brigade,
ABBA,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Reuben Wilson,
The Names,
JFA,
Alton Ellis,
Darondo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Frankie Knuckles,
Yazoo,
E-Dancer,
Heaven 17,
Rod Modell,
Grey Daturas,
Bizarre Inc.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Index,
Skarface,
FM Einheit,
Masters at Work,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joy Division,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ohio Players,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Newcleus,
Gang Starr,
A Flock of Seagulls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Blackbyrds,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Howard Jones,
Minor Threat,
Pet Shop Boys,
Idris Muhammad,
Bad Manners,
Amon Düül,
Wings,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.