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 Gabon 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
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 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 John Lydon to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Pylon,
Tomorrow,
Jacques Brel,
Unrelated Segments,
Drexciya,
Man Eating Sloth,
Excepter,
Los Fastidios,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Shuggie Otis,
Intrusion,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cal Tjader,
In Retrospect,
Arcadia,
Yellowson,
Skriet,
Surgeon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Pulsallama,
The New Christs,
Ohio Players,
Scrapy,
The Gap Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
PIL,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Bar-Kays,
Arab on Radar,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cymande,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Leaves,
The Fugs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
CMW,
Dennis Brown,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Little Man,
Junior Murvin,
Sight & Sound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Moody Blues,
Rod Modell,
Quantec,
Ronan,
Adolescents,
Tears for Fears,
Gang Green,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Deepchord,
Stiv Bators,
Radiohead,
Peter and Kerry,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dawn Penn,
Inner City,
David Bowie,
Bob Dylan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.