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 Cape Verde and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Lightning Bolt to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Lungfish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Khruangbin,
Marcia Griffiths,
Prince Buster,
the Sonics,
Dawn Penn,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sun City Girls,
The Toasters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
U.S. Maple,
Piero Umiliani,
Ponytail,
Bobby Womack,
Agent Orange,
KRS-One,
Cluster,
Andrew Hill,
Marshall Jefferson,
Subhumans,
Mark Hollis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hardrive,
The Monochrome Set,
Swans,
Maurizio,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tim Buckley,
The Residents,
Bill Wells,
Blancmange,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Lydon,
Crash Course in Science,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pylon,
Roy Ayers,
Moebius,
Intrusion,
Toni Rubio,
Patti Smith,
Tommy Roe,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Charles Mingus,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Electric Prunes,
Jacob Miller,
The Five Americans,
Wasted Youth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
K-Klass,
Pagans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rufus Thomas,
Scan 7,
Crime,
John Foxx,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.