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 Croatia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro 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 Neon Judgement to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Minnie Riperton,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soft Cell,
Jeff Lynne,
Vladislav Delay,
Loose Ends,
The J.B.'s,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Junior Murvin,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Sound,
Patti Smith,
Half Japanese,
Ronnie Foster,
Avey Tare,
Gong,
The Slackers,
The Cowsills,
Los Fastidios,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bauhaus,
Shuggie Otis,
Tom Boy,
Warren Ellis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ultravox,
Harpers Bizarre,
Altered Images,
The Detroit Cobras,
Babytalk,
Yaz,
A Certain Ratio,
Eli Mardock,
Mary Jane Girls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Flamin' Groovies,
David Axelrod,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Todd Rundgren,
Nils Olav,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pantytec,
DNA,
Archie Shepp,
Schoolly D,
Camberwell Now,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Pop Group,
Youth Brigade,
kango's stein massive,
Stetsasonic,
Scratch Acid,
Brothers Johnson,
The Last Poets,
Fela Kuti,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Donny Hathaway,
The Dead C,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.