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 Senegal and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Bobby Sherman to the techno 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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Joyce Sims,
Thee Headcoats,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
John Coltrane,
Half Japanese,
Girls At Our Best!,
JFA,
Donald Byrd,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Music Machine,
Tubeway Army,
Soul Sonic Force,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soft Machine,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Unwound,
cv313,
Nick Fraelich,
Idris Muhammad,
48th St. Collective,
Darondo,
F. McDonald,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Association,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marc Almond,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Blues Magoos,
The Invisible,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marine Girls,
Toni Rubio,
ABC,
Roxette,
Sam Rivers,
John Lydon,
The Fugs,
Bad Manners,
Mission of Burma,
Harmonia,
Clear Light,
The Neon Judgement,
The Real Kids,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ohio Players,
Groovy Waters,
T. Rex,
Minnie Riperton,
The Black Dice,
Junior Murvin,
Subhumans,
Kerri Chandler,
Freddie Wadling,
Flamin' Groovies,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scion,
Hot Snakes,
The Divine Comedy,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.