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 Kosovo and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Model 500 to the rap 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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
The Real Kids,
Clear Light,
The Cramps,
Cecil Taylor,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Graham Central Station,
Leonard Cohen,
Boz Scaggs,
Fat Boys,
Isaac Hayes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Busters,
Suburban Knight,
Animal Collective,
Joey Negro,
Black Moon,
The Motions,
Nik Kershaw,
Cameo,
Cybotron,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
E-Dancer,
Sarah Menescal,
Ice-T,
UT,
Amon Düül,
Eden Ahbez,
Liliput,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Intrusion,
The Detroit Cobras,
Boogie Down Productions,
Echospace,
Desert Stars,
U.S. Maple,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Reagan Youth,
The Selecter,
Kool Moe Dee,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
kango's stein massive,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Outsiders,
Thompson Twins,
Peter & Gordon,
Lindisfarne,
Mark Hollis,
Shuggie Otis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Von Mondo,
Dennis Brown,
The Skatalites,
OOIOO,
Yaz,
The Associates,
The Five Americans,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.