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 Austria 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the rhodes 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 T.S.O.L. to the rap 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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
The Fugs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Angry Samoans,
Quadrant,
Moss Icon,
June of 44,
Japan,
The Fuzztones,
Television Personalities,
Wasted Youth,
The Sonics,
Robert Hood,
Interpol,
Janne Schatter,
Dawn Penn,
Soul II Soul,
Marine Girls,
Joe Finger,
Thee Headcoats,
Harpers Bizarre,
Electric Prunes,
The Raincoats,
Underground Resistance,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Erykah Badu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cameo,
Eden Ahbez,
Hasil Adkins,
The Happenings,
Gang Starr,
David Bowie,
Juan Atkins,
Babytalk,
Bush Tetras,
Monks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Slackers,
Gerry Rafferty,
CMW,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sixth Finger,
X-101,
Patti Smith,
The Dirtbombs,
The Smoke,
Fat Boys,
The Beau Brummels,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Godley & Creme,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Swans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Reagan Youth,
The Electric Prunes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Glenn Branca,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mandrill,
The Seeds,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.