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 Malta and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Amon Düül II to the crunk 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Aural Exciters,
Camouflage,
Crispy Ambulance,
Stiv Bators,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eve St. Jones,
Nation of Ulysses,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobby Byrd,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Derrick May,
Terrestrial Tones,
Boz Scaggs,
Amon Düül II,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tommy Roe,
Fluxion,
Scan 7,
Tim Buckley,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
X-101,
The Offenders,
Vainqueur,
The New Christs,
X-Ray Spex,
Kerri Chandler,
Marvin Gaye,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
DJ Style,
L. Decosne,
Amazonics,
Lalann,
Quando Quango,
Alison Limerick,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Names,
Lyres,
Mr. Review,
Stetsasonic,
Roy Ayers,
The Fuzztones,
Ohio Players,
Magma,
Japan,
Roxy Music,
The Cramps,
Pantaleimon,
Mandrill,
The Wake,
Porter Ricks,
T.S.O.L.,
Goldenarms,
Deakin,
Scott Walker,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Slackers,
John Coltrane,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.