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 Italy and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Sonics to the techno 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator 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 spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Index,
Glambeats Corp.,
Minor Threat,
Parry Music,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hot Snakes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Quando Quango,
Eric B and Rakim,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fuzztones,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Blackbyrds,
Supertramp,
Young Marble Giants,
Echospace,
the Human League,
Thompson Twins,
Yellowson,
Ronnie Foster,
Scion,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Y Pants,
Henry Cow,
Section 25,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Johnny Clarke,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Sonics,
Kenny Larkin,
Ultravox,
John Foxx,
Monks,
Harmonia,
Josef K,
Khruangbin,
Bobby Womack,
Fatback Band,
The Moleskins,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Martian,
Neil Young,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hoover,
One Last Wish,
Sex Pistols,
E-Dancer,
Minny Pops,
Sun City Girls,
Tommy Roe,
Nas,
Brick,
The Monochrome Set,
The Victims,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Albert Ayler,
Lightning Bolt,
X-102,
Rotary Connection,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Angels of Light,
JFA,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.