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 Singapore and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Gabor Szabo to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Country Teasers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Gories,
Sarah Menescal,
Pylon,
Young Marble Giants,
Dawn Penn,
Junior Murvin,
Henry Cow,
PIL,
Jandek,
DJ Sneak,
Fat Boys,
Ultravox,
Subhumans,
Black Bananas,
Pantytec,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nick Fraelich,
Slave,
The Gun Club,
Country Joe & The Fish,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soft Cell,
The Young Rascals,
Terry Callier,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gabor Szabo,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Sonics,
Darondo,
Metal Thangz,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fire Engines,
Ossler,
Aural Exciters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lungfish,
Tim Buckley,
The Fortunes,
Ponytail,
Godley & Creme,
Aaron Thompson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Don Cherry,
Anthony Braxton,
The J.B.'s,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Toni Rubio,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Erykah Badu,
The Black Dice,
The Victims,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Arcadia,
Tommy Roe,
Spandau Ballet,
Second Layer,
The Electric Prunes,
The Smoke,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.