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 Sierra Leone and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Terrestrial Tones to the dance 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Eddi Front,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rufus Thomas,
Junior Murvin,
Moebius,
Davy DMX,
The Red Krayola,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kaleidoscope,
Liliput,
Goldenarms,
The United States of America,
Eric Copeland,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sällskapet,
Sun Ra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sex Pistols,
Dave Gahan,
This Heat,
These Immortal Souls,
Kerri Chandler,
Accadde A,
Delta 5,
the Slits,
Fad Gadget,
One Last Wish,
Lower 48,
Radio Birdman,
H. Thieme,
Eli Mardock,
The Moody Blues,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Alice Coltrane,
Lou Reed,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Chris Corsano,
Matthew Bourne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Derrick May,
The Angels of Light,
Massinfluence,
Arab on Radar,
Blossom Toes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lindisfarne,
Khruangbin,
Loose Ends,
Pantaleimon,
Erykah Badu,
The Motions,
Absolute Body Control,
Gang Starr,
Gichy Dan,
Zapp,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Durutti Column,
The Smiths,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.