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 South Africa and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the jazz 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Jerry's Kids,
Ultravox,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Sister Nancy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lalann,
Babytalk,
Pulsallama,
DJ Style,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Johnny Clarke,
John Lydon,
Procol Harum,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobby Byrd,
Spoonie Gee,
Patti Smith,
Crispian St. Peters,
Minutemen,
Vainqueur,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lou Reed,
The Star Department,
The Gap Band,
Reagan Youth,
Adolescents,
Derrick May,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joe Finger,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Duran Duran,
Wolf Eyes,
Marmalade,
The Searchers,
One Last Wish,
Vladislav Delay,
Accadde A,
Scientists,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Interpol,
Man Eating Sloth,
Faraquet,
The American Breed,
Colin Newman,
Pole,
Sällskapet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sarah Menescal,
Tommy Roe,
The Cowsills,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hashim,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.