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 Mauritius and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mark Hollis to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Lou Reed,
Rites of Spring,
The Young Rascals,
Kerrie Biddell,
Maleditus Sound,
Sight & Sound,
Sun City Girls,
Visage,
the Soft Cell,
Trumans Water,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marshall Jefferson,
Desert Stars,
The Sound,
The Invisible,
Arab on Radar,
Whodini,
Thee Headcoats,
Hot Snakes,
Michelle Simonal,
Oblivians,
Jawbox,
Schoolly D,
the Bar-Kays,
R.M.O.,
Kaleidoscope,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jimmy McGriff,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Andrew Hill,
Amazonics,
Rosa Yemen,
Isaac Hayes,
Tubeway Army,
Ohio Players,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Dirtbombs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jeru the Damaja,
F. McDonald,
Junior Murvin,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pylon,
Lalann,
Aaron Thompson,
The Barracudas,
L. Decosne,
Crime,
Soul II Soul,
Minutemen,
Cymande,
Reuben Wilson,
Todd Rundgren,
The Trojans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joyce Sims,
Tres Demented,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.