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 Libya and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Bill Wells to the crunk 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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Boogie Down Productions,
Chris Corsano,
Patti Smith,
The Zeros,
The Music Machine,
K-Klass,
Massinfluence,
Wasted Youth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Agitation Free,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Easy Going,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joyce Sims,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rhythm & Sound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Yazoo,
The Happenings,
The Vogues,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Alphaville,
In Retrospect,
Quando Quango,
Joy Division,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Moleskins,
Outsiders,
Nico,
Rufus Thomas,
Severed Heads,
Nils Olav,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Slits,
The Beau Brummels,
Panda Bear,
Neu!,
Los Fastidios,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Electric Prunes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Gun Club,
The Residents,
Kayak,
Loose Ends,
Chris & Cosey,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Goldenarms,
Joe Smooth,
Con Funk Shun,
Monks,
Dead Boys,
Jerry Gold Smith,
KRS-One,
China Crisis,
Anakelly,
Bluetip,
the Association,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.