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 Gabon and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb 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 Joey Negro to the jazz 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Michelle Simonal,
Maurizio,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jacques Brel,
Eric Dolphy,
Urselle,
DJ Style,
Amon Düül,
Jandek,
the Germs,
Au Pairs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
In Retrospect,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Monochrome Set,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Alarm Clocks,
B.T. Express,
The Stooges,
The Beau Brummels,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bill Near,
Interpol,
The Saints,
Donald Byrd,
Dave Gahan,
a-ha,
Cluster,
The Raincoats,
Al Stewart,
The Music Machine,
Kurtis Blow,
Ash Ra Tempel,
New Age Steppers,
Little Man,
Con Funk Shun,
Country Teasers,
David McCallum,
Juan Atkins,
Zapp,
Agitation Free,
The Star Department,
The Techniques,
China Crisis,
Piero Umiliani,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scientists,
Charles Mingus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Malaria!,
8 Eyed Spy,
Junior Murvin,
Cymande,
Tomorrow,
Tommy Roe,
DNA,
Half Japanese,
Quando Quango,
Icehouse,
Cybotron,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.