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 Lesotho and from Copenhagen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Fad Gadget to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
These Immortal Souls,
The Gladiators,
John Cale,
The Birthday Party,
Quando Quango,
Marc Almond,
The Young Rascals,
Eli Mardock,
Rufus Thomas,
Hashim,
Colin Newman,
Dennis Brown,
Cybotron,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fire Engines,
The Move,
Cheater Slicks,
Reagan Youth,
kango's stein massive,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Severed Heads,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rapeman,
Nils Olav,
Outsiders,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Neon Judgement,
Excepter,
The Smiths,
Donald Byrd,
Iggy Pop,
Stiv Bators,
The Seeds,
Harpers Bizarre,
Byron Stingily,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nick Fraelich,
The Grass Roots,
Underground Resistance,
Bronski Beat,
Bobby Sherman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Intrusion,
Porter Ricks,
The Slackers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crooked Eye,
James White and The Blacks,
Peter & Gordon,
Jacob Miller,
Yazoo,
Connie Case,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Robert Görl,
Eric Dolphy,
Heaven 17,
Don Cherry,
L. Decosne,
Lyres,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.