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 Georgia and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 New York Dolls to the disco 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Country Teasers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
L. Decosne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
David Axelrod,
Jesper Dahlback,
Blake Baxter,
Whodini,
This Heat,
Underground Resistance,
Marcia Griffiths,
Chris & Cosey,
New York Dolls,
The Durutti Column,
The Mojo Men,
Das Ding,
The United States of America,
Pierre Henry,
Tom Boy,
Newcleus,
Make Up,
Rufus Thomas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lyres,
Byron Stingily,
Sällskapet,
Jimmy McGriff,
Neil Young,
Y Pants,
Agent Orange,
Livin' Joy,
The Grass Roots,
Jandek,
Soft Machine,
Minor Threat,
Severed Heads,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Wake,
Joensuu 1685,
Mantronix,
Television Personalities,
Amon Düül II,
Sarah Menescal,
Stockholm Monsters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soft Cell,
Fela Kuti,
X-102,
Joey Negro,
Hoover,
Adolescents,
Bill Near,
the Slits,
X-101,
The Gap Band,
Schoolly D,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.