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 Djibouti and from Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Leonard Cohen to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
La Düsseldorf,
Parry Music,
FM Einheit,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eddi Front,
Visage,
The Alarm Clocks,
Peter and Kerry,
Pagans,
Neil Young,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rapeman,
Ronnie Foster,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lou Christie,
Con Funk Shun,
The Tremeloes,
The Kinks,
Au Pairs,
Little Man,
Byron Stingily,
The Cowsills,
Popol Vuh,
Fear,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Johnny Clarke,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soft Machine,
Khruangbin,
Patti Smith,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
EPMD,
Glambeats Corp.,
Funky Four + One,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Harry Pussy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Silicon Teens,
Alton Ellis,
Donald Byrd,
Glenn Branca,
the Fania All-Stars,
Audionom,
Judy Mowatt,
The Stooges,
Wasted Youth,
Juan Atkins,
Cluster,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gang Gang Dance,
Make Up,
Vainqueur,
Model 500,
Barrington Levy,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.