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 Egypt and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ronnie Foster to the grunge 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty 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?
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Victims,
Mantronix,
Dark Day,
Underground Resistance,
Tres Demented,
Public Enemy,
Tommy Roe,
Intrusion,
Faust,
Ultimate Spinach,
Radio Birdman,
Bang On A Can,
Andrew Hill,
Cymande,
Franke,
LL Cool J,
Altered Images,
Marvin Gaye,
Jesper Dahlback,
Procol Harum,
The Saints,
Black Pus,
Derrick Morgan,
Kas Product,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Music Machine,
Harmonia,
The Names,
X-Ray Spex,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Bar-Kays,
Inner City,
Japan,
Eric Copeland,
Arthur Verocai,
The Slackers,
Sound Behaviour,
Clear Light,
X-101,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Organ,
Moss Icon,
Eric Dolphy,
Lungfish,
Television Personalities,
The Vogues,
Wally Richardson,
Schoolly D,
Gil Scott Heron,
Severed Heads,
World's Most,
Mark Hollis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gregory Isaacs,
Prince Buster,
Siglo XX,
Crash Course in Science,
Sunsets and Hearts,
K-Klass,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.