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 Solomon Islands and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Happenings to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Organ,
the Human League,
Junior Murvin,
Thee Headcoats,
Oneida,
Index,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Litter,
Lower 48,
ABC,
Pharoah Sanders,
Reagan Youth,
Soft Cell,
Rosa Yemen,
Sun Ra,
Arab on Radar,
Gang of Four,
New Order,
Oblivians,
Max Romeo,
Laurel Aitken,
Delta 5,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Whodini,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Robert Hood,
The Red Krayola,
Prince Buster,
Colin Newman,
John Lydon,
Piero Umiliani,
Byron Stingily,
DJ Style,
Slick Rick,
Warsaw,
Amon Düül II,
Second Layer,
Half Japanese,
Little Man,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Slackers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Isaac Hayes,
Gastr Del Sol,
David Axelrod,
Dual Sessions,
The Happenings,
ABBA,
Banda Bassotti,
Barbara Tucker,
Icehouse,
AZ,
Zero Boys,
Mission of Burma,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pantytec,
The Victims,
Guru Guru,
Bauhaus,
Scratch Acid,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.