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 Estonia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Terry Callier to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Heaven 17,
The Moleskins,
The Fuzztones,
Y Pants,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ultravox,
Second Layer,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Young Rascals,
Monolake,
World's Most,
Faust,
Section 25,
Black Flag,
Smog,
New Age Steppers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Agent Orange,
Basic Channel,
The Cramps,
Ituana,
Letta Mbulu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Evens,
Glambeats Corp.,
Neu!,
James White and The Blacks,
Das Ding,
Niagra,
The United States of America,
Sam Rivers,
Tears for Fears,
Hoover,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lower 48,
Jandek,
The Names,
Eli Mardock,
Public Enemy,
The Smoke,
Jeff Mills,
The American Breed,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Chrome,
Roxette,
Gerry Rafferty,
R.M.O.,
Piero Umiliani,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bauhaus,
Fear,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Minor Threat,
Tom Boy,
The Walker Brothers,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fortunes,
Hardrive,
Man Eating Sloth,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.